These days I have a thing for putting
on Gracie Abrams, that one K-pop group
with the Maknae born on '05
turning it up as far as it goes
frying my brain
I don't hear anyone
when I'm in that place
the twin-tub churning in the background
it's a real team player
washed my clothes separate
from my sheets
I'm not particular about these things
I promise
It's just, the day started with
the landlord yelling at me again
"I want to use the washing machine,"
something like that
Only, this time he's also screaming
my name
so...it's like serious business
at this point
he's emotionally invested
and pissed, right?
Whatever, we know how these
things go already
Kill me now, I just woke up
forgot my clothes were
in the wash again
I'm three hours into
dooming scrolling on Enha's Insta
I don't really feel like
doing anything, you know?
Why can't he just be a doll about it?
Be cute about it?
What's with the fucking screaming?
Bitch, what? Seriously, I got enough
of that from our dad
when he was still alive
You know how the story goes
about girls without dads
or whatever
You see, I don't like authority
Disrespect me and I'll cry about it
and not say anything. I admit it.
But then time slows,
think the specks in a Snow globe,
and I'm just this vindictive psycho
You know, right?
Seriously, how do you not know this story?
Like, suddenly the clothes need
to go for another cycle
I have to rinse them, I don't make the rules
and he's huffing and puffing
all big bad wolf or whatever
it's supposed to make me what?
Tell the washing machine to
cut a 15-minute cycle in half?
No way, babes
This is laundry from a few weeks ago,
no chance I'm letting them soak in their own filth
I'm gross sometimes,
but I'm not disgusting
Know the difference
But, at this point, I'm venting
You know that one song
in Gracie's Deluxe version
of 'The Secrets of Us?'
"I'll put up a fight,
taking out my earrings
Don't you know the vibe?
Don't you know the feeling?"
she's so on brand
everything is very cute
Why couldn't he just be cute about it?
You see dad died, but he laid his own grave
I've got nothing to lose
shivering in my boots
he could smash me head into the wall
killing people runs in our family
he seems like the type
or am I just reaching?
churn churn churning
the twin-tub maintaining the pretense
it's really hard at work, promise
"Another fucking cycle?"
"Yes, two more," I say. "And I still need to spin.
So sorry. Honestly."
Very patronizing,
but he's not familiar with the word