this is only a draft, but something is going on with the internet and the computer, so i’m saving it here.  enjoy:

Soap opera

Lately I’ve been watching the washing machine.

It’s a scream the way one sock can get stuck to the door

As if it’s trying to escape, and the rest of the batch

Keeps trying to pull it back, back to conventional cleanliness.

Or are the working out how they can join the single hero

And free themselves from the rolling torture?

Eventually it loses, as do all the single individuals who

Only to live their life in a world as solitary souls

And I watch, knowing it will fail, and everything in a minute

Will go to the dryer.  And I will turn off the washer

And move to a more banal program on television.