she stands on a step ladder carefully pouring bleach into the machine but she has a smile for anyone that looks her way

he stands against the wall loudly talking on his phone unaware that anyone else exists making sure they all see he does

they sit huddled together on the chairs watching the bubbles spin endlessly content in each other’s company no need for the world

i stand alone tapping out another ode to this mixed up world i feel like an alien in wondering what it feels like to be a regular human

yet we all have dirty laundry that needs scrubbed and none of us has the means to do it in the comfort of our own home