Laundromat

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 

fabric

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