I dump my dirty clothes down to the floor. Laundry day, a common chore, I sort Bright colors from tender-stained whites, And make sure pockets are checked for stiff tissues. The detergent lingers – its sticky liquid leaking Around the rim. A rumble disrupts the silence As the machine rolls its whole load. I watch The clock turn time away, and sigh – Thirty-some minutes later, the vibration lulls. I peel garments back like wet hair Sifting through a comb. A double glance in the chamber, Then I step away. The bag droops over my shoulder. Circling the corner, low hums survive. Now it’s just time for the dryer ride.