Poem by Tara Andrews

Tara Andrews


I stand in the laundry room
waiting for the clothes
to stop
listening to the washer
clank & scream
as it spins and spins.
I look at the black hose
where the soapy water
belches out behind the
machine & then look up
on the high shelf
& see a box of
20 Mule Team Borax
but the box is upside
down & the 20 mules
are pulling the wagons
Every laundry day is like that—
a study in time.
5 quarters for a
30-minute wash
4 quarters for a
45-minute dry,
scrounging for these pieces
of silver
so I have enough to buy time—
the year divided into quarters,
into seasons
& the 20 mules are
moving backwards
reminding me of
all the laundry days I’ve lived,
all the spin cycles I’ve
gone through
all the quarters I’ve spent.



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