Nightly, my mind sticks on the main wash cycle:
chapbook
surgery
bits and pieces of the new Emmylou CD
covid test
They tumble in a different pattern
every minute. So colorful
but there is no escape from this cycle.
I’ve washed them many times
but they haven’t faded. I try
to rinse my brain,
I need them to be gone
for sleep. I go to the medicine
cabinet for the spin cycle
to remove them.
First Literary Review-East
2024 for Jan 2025
