Poetry Week | Laundromat by James Croal Jackson

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


Please check our submissions page for guidelines on submitting. To read previous Poems of the Week check out our Poetry Archive.

Cover photo by Dimitri Houtteman on Unsplash

You might also like More from author