Poem #9 – Washing machine

Swirling,
Swishing,
Rolling and tumbling,
A washing machine mind.

Loud,
Louder than super spin,
Over and over again,
Soon to fall out,
Or take me to bed.

To work,
Work shall see me through,
Unplug the washing machine,
Forget,
The whurring wheeling screeching,
Round and round,

My mind sound,
Or so I tell me.

Lauren Cullen

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