This was a prompt of a word pool- just a bunch of words Jill wanted us to use.. but lucky for me some of the words included "spin cycle" and "rumble" which is lucky since I just had a mishap with the washing machine last night, so this is a true story. 

I think I broke our washing machine last night. 
I mean, I didn't break it, but it broke.
All my clothes came out messy wet
and I had to put them through a spin cycle.
The machine was rumbling dangerously
when I went to bed.
I asked mom, "Could you please go 
check on the washing machine before you go to bed?
I'm not sure, but I think it might explode,
and I want to go to college."
She said, with all the bullshit of an existentialist, 
"Well, I doubt it. But if it did explode,
you couldn't go back and have it not explode."
So now we're probably going to have to search
high and low and faraway for a cheap machine
because I'm pretty sure I broke it.
We'll have to clear out all the lint and shadows
from down there in the basement,
find the courage to deal with the spiders
(that won't be my job; they conspire against me).
It's a notable fact that that machine's older than I am,
it's about time for it to come undone.
Hopefully we'll find some rich person's "old" Kenmore
on a bulletin board in a Salvation Army,
and like with our new mattresses, 
get a work-out lugging it in ourselves,
because we're women and you sure as hell
better believe we can do it ourselves,
singing, "I am Woman, hear me roar"
and that's why all our pretentious neighbors
close their windows
to the sounds of the green house down the street.
And I'll have you know it's not really green,
we just let Nature greet it and eat it
because we don't play the
"whose grass is cut more cleanly" game;
we like our jungle and the oh-so-wild
blossoms that come on their own.
We're kind of like gypsies.

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