Clink, clink, clink, clink.
Panties, bras, socks, whites,
hot water, bleach, detergent.
Insert coins, start washer,
Fluorescent lights yellow
the walls despite the sun shining
brightly outside. Spanish spills
rapidly from the overhead TV.
Orange plastic seats, three year old
magazines, ‘she married him?! no way’.
Feet shuffle, carts roll, with the occasional
squeak. Voices are hushed by large
front loading machines,
wash cycle complete.
Empty lint, add fabric sheets,
unload cart. Wet clothes are so heavy – insert coins,
clink, clink, clink, clink.
Warm air filled with bleach and stale
cigarettes. The attendant giggles
at the mother trying to discipline her child.
We make eye contact. She smiles. I’m a regular.
Dry, dry, dry, damp.
Add more coins,
clink, clink, clink.