a sudden about face
my behind is trailing
back to my room
to gather one of my shells
to shield from thy eyes
from continuous touch
i gently step out to investigate
noise coming from the washer
too much clothes on one side
on a spin cycle, maybe it shifted
i reach to dislodge and balance
oh! my! i even wash my money
i also notice wet spots on the floor
my footsteps drips from the rain
i open the closet looking for a mop
i saw boxes of soda and cans of soup
i took one each, put it on the counter
while i clean off the wooden floor
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