Hula Hula Washer (poem by Mary Ciani Saslow, in the style of a mambo)

Hula Hula Washer (powm by Mary Ciani Saslow, in the style of a mambo)
I am lulled by the cha-cha of the hula-hula washer,
the dryer’s continuo.
I hear giants jig, crazed, unbalanced.
I shift wet sheets.
Tocsin timers call to me.
I rescue warm, wrinkling shirts, and panties
right-side-out with labels looking up at me,
and clothes, wet, bound, bleeding splotch,
remorseful reminder the housewife procrastinates,
dreams with the cat, reads, writes, paints,
a burning dump truck.
Poem copyright Mary Ciani Saslow.