Cold sweat with shivers of resistance,
Fear of succumbing to the inevitable.
Spasmodic graveling turns me dizzy while
Fabric softener fog assaults my senses.
Fleeing feverishly outside the laundromat the
Two girls stare as I collapse my knees into grass.
Heaving ribs threw the tropical Kool-aid right
Out of me, adding insult to the innocent sidewalk
Like colored confetti fallen after a parade or
Mulberry stains splattered on a newly washed car.
Their talkative chatter froze while witnessing
My baptism of early motherhood days.
Just another rinse cycle of life
Until it repeats itself once again.
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