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Tossed my whites
into the washing machine,
a few t-shirts and cotton socks,
then mixed in our K-mart bed sheets
for good measure;
hot water setting and a dash of vinegar
with a few splashes of bleach.
Cycling forward to the rinse,
the spin segment kicked in,
rocking with a violent crash of waves
banging incessantly against the porcelain tub.
Lifting the lid
I discovered the water had turned
red as the blood from a thousand wars.
I reached inside, pulling
& tugging at the knotted mass
until the crimson waves
whirl pooled into a downward spiral
& there, tucked between the sheets
I found a Donald Trump cap
my friend had given me as a joke.
Ben Rasnic has authored four volumes of poetry: Artifacts and Legends, Puppet, Synchronicity, and The Eleventh Month. He currently resides in Bowie, MD.
