Spin Cycle

Just creative writing, nothing more

I wear my emotions on my sleeve

  You ignored the gentle wash label

          and bleached them with the whites

   as you sat on top of the machine

                           in your underwear

                  enjoying the good vibrations

You even had a cigarette after....
   lipstick stained, hanging from your smile

            Reminding me that it was, after all, my fault
            and I should be more aware of what I leave 
                         lying around

"I'm not Martha F*ing Stewart"

That's the first honest thing you've told me today.

Author's Note

Apr 25, 2012