washing machineA Poem by kimpetersen13kp
These days I have a thing for putting
on Gracie Abrams, that one K-pop group with the Maknae born on '05 turning it up as far as it goes frying my brain I don't hear anyone when I'm in that place the twin-tub churning in the background it's a real team player washed my clothes separate from my sheets I'm not particular about these things I promise It's just, the day started with the landlord yelling at me again "I want to use the washing machine," something like that Only, this time he's also screaming my name so...it's like serious business at this point he's emotionally invested and pissed, right? Whatever, we know how these things go already Kill me now, I just woke up forgot my clothes were in the wash again I'm three hours into dooming scrolling on Enha's Insta I don't really feel like doing anything, you know? Why can't he just be a doll about it? Be cute about it? What's with the f*****g screaming? B***h, what? Seriously, I got enough of that from our dad when he was still alive You know how the story goes about girls without dads or whatever You see, I don't like authority Disrespect me and I'll cry about it and not say anything. I admit it. But then time slows, think the specks in a Snow globe, and I'm just this vindictive psycho You know, right? Seriously, how do you not know this story? Like, suddenly the clothes need to go for another cycle I have to rinse them, I don't make the rules and he's huffing and puffing all big bad wolf or whatever it's supposed to make me what? Tell the washing machine to cut a 15-minute cycle in half? No way, babes This is laundry from a few weeks ago, no chance I'm letting them soak in their own filth I'm gross sometimes, but I'm not disgusting Know the difference But, at this point, I'm venting You know that one song in Gracie's Deluxe version of 'The Secrets of Us?' "I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling?" she's so on brand everything is very cute Why couldn't he just be cute about it? You see dad died, but he laid his own grave I've got nothing to lose shivering in my boots he could smash me head into the wall killing people runs in our family he seems like the type or am I just reaching? churn churn churning the twin-tub maintaining the pretense it's really hard at work, promise "Another f*****g cycle?" "Yes, two more," I say. "And I still need to spin. So sorry. Honestly." Very patronizing, but he's not familiar with the word
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1 Review Added on November 2, 2024 Last Updated on November 2, 2024 Tags: poetry, prose poetry, apartment living, laundry, indignation, injustice, girlhood, discrimination Authorkimpetersen13kpcape town, South AfricaAboutHi. I'm Kim. I enjoy writing and reading poetry. You can support my writing journey here: https://ko-fi.com/kimpetersen13kp1644 more..Writing
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