The Laundry Bin

If the backseat makes you happy
then I’m happy too
I’m kind to cross myself in knots
a bow made just for you
Pull me this way
that way
I sway witless figurine
Til I fell in the laundry bin
Into the blue machine
When I awoke from steam and smoke
my body stripped and clean
What silver sound an empty house
had ushered over me
left foot
right foot
newborn, I shook
Baby balancing
But soon I found a sound way out
the mouse had left for me
I have seen this
but not like this
I have seen this
but not like this
I have seen this
but not like this
I have seen this
but not like this