washing machines in a dark room
almost romantic, to watch
the two move balanced in step,
rumbling in one another’s rhythm
the two grasp at
touches, the sound of gentle metal
upon gentle metal
the humming
reminiscent of
conversations that drift into
early morning hours
in their stomachs
a swirl of foam and bubbles
light-hearted and innocent
what happens when
the soap leaves their systems
does their love hover when they stand
next to each other
still and motionless
Written By: Wesley Wang
About the Author: Wesley Wang was born in Nashville, TN and moved to San Francisco at the age of two. He later earned his BA at UC Davis where they studied English and Japanese Literature. He currently takes classes at City College of San Francisco and is applying to MFA programs.
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