Post-Modern Laundromat Love

He turned from her in the Laundromat
Stuffing the wet garments into the sack
like unwilling, deformed, boneless dogs
not really able to resist

She looked up and down his angry back
knowing that in his present state
he would not dry them
He would leave them in the sack to mildew
to rot

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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