Sunday

Industrial Strength Clean, pen and ink on graph paper,
doodle © 2008 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.

I went to a laundromat today
14 quarters per load
white towel with colors
it was my only white

Like the mom
and the boy
who likes to put the quarters
into the machine

They’re the only
whites in the place
Two women speaking
Spanish
sound like they’re
cussing out
the spin cycle

A black man
with white hair
A black woman
looks to be his daughter
select the washer next to mine

Mostly there are
Indians
eating French fries
between
folding sweat pants and Wrangler jeans

I like it here
like church on a Sunday
morning
the machines hum
a white noise

Like parishoners singing
a low hymn
cleansing our
lives
washing the sand out
of our pants
and the stains
from our panties
and my heart

Industrial strength clean
is like mass
or the world as I see it
bigger than I am
no bleach required
whites and colors

spinning round
together
faithful
forever faithful



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