the washing machines were all being used tonight,
when we lugged our worn-out laundry bags
across the courtyard,
once we’d willed ourselves to move from the bed
and rifle through our dirty washing
to find those items most treasured
and toss back into the ripe abyss
those garments only necessary
when literally nothing else remained
or we found an extra pound on the ground
with which to pay for its cleansing.
but they were all in use.
we lay on the sofa and tried to count down
the entrance of the next laundry-doer.
heads, they were here to empty –
tails, they left disappointed,
clutching stinking socks and spattered shirts.
a silly game
but it passed the time.