Brown Egyptian cotton sheets
meet last night's underwear
in my washer.
I'm pretty sure it's all delicate
but the knob wont push past
cotton-sturdy.
I fish around the side sink, searching
out lint from the nickel sized drain
to let soiled suds seep through.
There's still whiskey on my floor
and on my breath from the night before
but this is just the first rinse.
