tanbrown,
almond-eye(ish)
smurf-ette smallperson in laundry room
staring at me (as I put unmentionables in the machine)
I'm trying to toss my stuff in fast,
(as though hurrying would keep her from seeing my dirty drawz);
{and her mom was right THERE}
but all she did was
happyjoy dance
to the music of commericial washers and driers,
that LOUD-ass fan,
&
whatever she had bouncing around her synapses
easy and matter-of-fact as
water is wet
and God is.
(bouncebounce)
