fitted sheets

she likes to call
you
when she's doing laundry
at the Laundromat.
you can hear
the washers
banging against
one another,
the dryers in full
hot throttle
clinking with buttons
and zippers,
change fallen
from pockets.
hey, she yells
in the phone.
I'm doing laundry.
what are you
doing?
I'm folding clothes,
you tell her.
having trouble with
this fitted sheet.
yeah, i'll be doing
that in an hour or
so once my stuff
dries.
I hate the fitted
sheets. me too, you
sigh, me too.
this may be love.