The MacBeth’s Washing Machine

Wooshtup. Wooshtup. Wooshtup.

You out-of-balance washing machine,

You agitated agitator.

You, you come around

and around and around

to the same things again

and again and again

I didn’t see it comingI don’t deserve this

I gave him the best years of my life

Wooshtup. wooshtup. Wooshtup.

For years

We all watched and we all new

that you both stopped loving each other.

It was in our eyes

and his eyes

and in your eyes

that

it was coming to

this:

Woosh-tup Woosh-tup Woosh-tup

I see you rear up on your corners

like a wild animal trying to break through a square, metallic cocoon.

I see that if you are the washer then he is the dryer.

There is smoke–

Is that smoke? coming from the laundry room of your matrimony.

Did anyone, in all those years of marriage,

Clean the lint trap?

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