poetry found in laundry room

If you’re like me and you find laundry a deplorable chore, maybe it’s because, like me, you think the communal laundry room is kinda gross and inconvenient (#firstworldproblem). Oh, yeah. And expensive.



So when Kyle and I went down to do a few loads yesterday, imagine my delight when I saw this on one of the dryers.*



I need to find whoever wrote this and be their friend.

Anyone find any public poetry lately? It’s my favorite kind.

love, elizabeth

*I apologize for the impolite language of this poet-genius. Their laundry-induced rage is palpable.