stuck in the spin cycle

I was stuck on spin
cycle
for a long time in the
whirlpool washer.
around and around
I went, squeezed of any
sense that was in me.
I peered out the window,
at the world
flying by in a dizzying
circle.
I screamed, I cried.
it was an Alfred Hitchcock
movie in black
and white.
I banged on the glass
for help.
I used my phone to call for
anyone to stop
the machine. to get me out
of this nightmare
I was stuck in.
it went on and on
until it finally stopped.

prayer does
work.
trust me. oh the stories
I could tell.