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LAUNDRETTE
We sit nebulous in steam
It calms the air and makes the windows stream
rippling the hinterland's big houses to a blur
of bedsits- not a patch on what they were before.
We stuff the tub, jam money in the slot
sit back on rickle chairs not
reading. The paperbacks in our pockets curl.
Our eyes are riveted. Our own colours whirl.
We pour in smithereens of soap. The machine sobs
through its cycle. The rhythm throbs
and changes. Suds drool and slobber in the churn.
Our duds don't know which way to turn.
The dark shoves one man in,
lugging a bundle like a wandering Jew. Linen
washed in public here.
We let out of the bag who we are.
This young wife has a fine stack of sheets, each pair
a present. She admires their clean cut air
of colour schemes and being chosen. Are the dyes fast?
This christening lather will be the first test.
This woman is deadpan before the rinse and sluice
of the family in a bagwash. Let them stew in their juice
to a final fankle, twisted, wrung out into rope,
hard to unravel. She sees a kaleidoscope.
For her to narrow her eyes and blow smoke at, his overalls
and pants ballooning, tangling with her smalls
and the teeshirts skinned from her wriggling son.
She has a weather eye for what might shrink or run.
This dour man does for himself. Before him,
half lost, his small possessions swim.
Cast off, random
they nose and nudge the porthole glass like flotsam.
Liz Lochhead
