POETRY: “washing machines in a dark room”

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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