Hausfrau Haven (No Comforters)
Hungover
at
the
Laundromat;
everything on spin cycle.
COLD / COLD / MIXED LOAD
An Asteroids arcade game blinks
through its demo. Hand streaks
near the start button are more visible
than the screen. Its counterpart in the corner
is burnt out. Unplugged. Quit on.
Christmas music is four weeks early and I'm kind of singing
with thirteen quarters and two dryers going.
Nauseously, I identify the shirt I'd like to wear
the rest of the day; fading jeans that will soon
fit tight and right, belt-less.
