So beautiful. This line gives me chills: “the coolness of quarters breaking through the sweat on my palms just before they descend into the belly of the washing machine”
Your discomfort with your body, your erasure, your transcendence from reality. The safety net of a routine. It’s a feeling we all know and you describe it so so beautifully
So beautiful. This line gives me chills: “the coolness of quarters breaking through the sweat on my palms just before they descend into the belly of the washing machine”
Your discomfort with your body, your erasure, your transcendence from reality. The safety net of a routine. It’s a feeling we all know and you describe it so so beautifully