Spinning Stories


Launderette by Sabrina Mahfouz by cqualmann
August 9, 2009, 9:58 am
Filed under: Contributions, Laundry Stories
The sweet chemical scent
of nature
bouncing fabric via drum beats
of forever

The peeling 
cardboard ceiling 
can't hide 
the dust-heavy 
pipes 
that lead 
the way 
to a padlocked 
door and days 
forgotten 
they were given 
and no,
the laundry 
lady 
with the blue
sleepy
eyes 
doesn't work 
here anymore.

The foaming, funny smell
of people
whispering words and promises
of forever
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