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Take a Chance Monday: More poetry

Take a Chance Monday: More poetry

It’s a little darker than the other poems. I wrote it after a summer of working on washing machines.

Laundry as Death

Somewhere, someone needs 99
washing machines
built by stone-faced women
with tattoos the size of their sadness.

Four days ago,
a container
of toxic detergent spilled on
Roberta’s skin.

Four hours ago,
Zana was smothered
by several red turtlenecks.

And tonight,
the midnight shift
of stone-faced women
will continue to build
washing machines.

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