Poetry Week | Laundromat by James Croal Jackson


by James Croal Jackson


I want to breathe dirty

cigarette lungs

into the bed grime you say it 


is time to bless the sheets 

with renewal so we spin 

around the laundromat


hand-in-hand do-si-do 

though strangers stare 

hard monosyllabic 


menace to shoe-

dirt joining dust

on the sweaty 


floor sex stomps 

one body over another

until detergent 


soaks threadbare 


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