Dirty Laundry


Dirty Laundry

Grey overcast sky above,
cool breeze, headphones on

I’m watching and I’m walking,
like a stain in a sea of women
who smell like fresh laundry,
looking for bleach

Languid and hungry, we slog
forth, waiting for a laundry day
that never comes

We are all such
damaged
people

Clean your hands
on my shirt,
before you leave

 

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