LAUNDRY LAZE [Caroline Kappel] Cleaning, folding, putting away—it’s an endless cycle that dirties itself. With my washing machine, I’m happy to live large in my little apartment and let my laundry laze. Sweaters stake their claims on the chair by my desk. Jeans usually drape from one of the drawers on my dresser. I like the way it looks. The ends of my pants and shirt hems carry mud, leaves, blood. Try as I might, the stains seep seep seep into my skin. It’s okay though because I scrub scrub scrub and run another load. But my pants are starting to shrink. Everything is. Nothing fits anymore. The dryer is broken and so I squeeze squeeze squeeze. PLAINS 24 paradox