Waiting for the moon-rise

Here at the begining of the new phase
The phrases blur, rambunctiously around the lips. Take their jobs not too seriously. Feeling fertile and fancy-free.
I wait for the dryers to stop turning. The rotating imagery forces my belly and periphery to do loop-the-loops.
Its all or nothing.
When you've got three dryers of whites you do not sleep alone.
When you've got four dryers of darks and you are alone, you probably sleep with someone. (In the good way).
The longest half hour of your life starts after work and ends at the local pub drowned in chartruese.
To match your sweater.
Your favorite color, now 52 proof.