Dirty Dancing

I wonder what happens
when the top to the washing machine
is closed.
All I know
is that when I open the lid
at the tail end of my cycle
my laundry is soggy and clean,
but I cannot be sure
that the whites, brights,
darks and jeans
are not having a party
in there
when I close the lid,
turn the knob to
normal wash
and walk away.
Who is to say
that the sound
which I assume is
just the washer washing
is not their form of music,
and that inside
the dark and enclosed space
my blue turtleneck
and gray polo
arent grinding up against each other
to the wish-wosh-wish-wosh?
Id try to catch them at it,
but like teenagers kissing
they immediately stop
at the sound of footsteps.

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• Poetry
• Dirty
• Dancing
• Caleb
• Lesher