02/13/02

 

i stare at the front loader
watching my sweat stains and stink

wash away

full-cycle stone-cold
tumbling

stopping

switching
spinning

staring disillusioned

at the last load before she's gone

 

six years washed away

bleachedout
line-dried
wet sheets
moves
drives
la jolla
houston
monterey
talks of rome
spain

family
dusty bookstores
hardwood floors
chris-craft pneumonias
and rainy porch smokes
all washed away in a
vat of soapy tears

 

I LOVE SC's keyed on the machine in vatoscript

I LOVE SC...sc sc...
some chicano?
sc sc sc...
stupid cun… oh for christ 's sake...
sc sc... southern California... sea chanty… shared cigarettes...

she'll call... she'll change… second chance… she’ll...

should call myself... second chance... i want…

should've changed... should've tried… would try… no chance
sc sc... stop crying…

a woman comes in
followed by her clothes-hauling man
he leaves her with baskets
detergent and softener
bible at her side
elixir of the downtrodden
she reads and highlights
taking notes
washing his clothes
he's godknowswhere
while she does the woman's work
the elixir... downtrodden... christ...
at least He loves her
her man too perhaps
he'll be back
and i'll be alone with SC

 

Todd Giles