Clothes won't wash themselves
Sigh.
Looking at the water reminds me of him
How he used to sing-dance with me
under the stars.
How we used to go on boat rides
on the ocean.
How we used to lay underneath the
avocado tree in our backyard.
I was well until that day
Water was Moby Dick.
Waves flailed like its tail
Smashing into us
Overturning our boat.
I surfaced
He never did.
I can't look at the washing machine
anymore
But
Clothes won't wash themselves.
Push start and hear the water churning,
sneering.
My pulse elevates, the water
crushing me under its weight.
I knock my head against the boat—
Struggle to surface.
I break through.
The clothes are done and wet.
I take a deep breath and dive in
Clothes won't wash themselves.
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