The stink of socks and laundered money. Hustle without results means dirty laundry. But who cares about results when your change jar is littered with quarters and the heap of soiled clothes on your floor begs to be touched with water and soap. Launder the rinse of machine swirls. An AM station looking back at itself. A sidewalk paired with door buzzers and chit-chat. On the way to a laundromat with a bucket and heavy pockets. Smog lightens the load of what you’ve done to the t-shirts. Helpy please, and please, and please don’t.
“Interiors” is off of Vanessa Rossetto’s Adult Contemporary, out soon on No Rent Records.
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