Day 16- 10.2.20
I miss the laundromat in Bushwick
I miss going to the laundromat
on Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoons.
I miss the smell--warm cotton, bleach
and cool citrus splash.
I miss how hard and narrow
the seats were, how my neck
would hit the folding table's metal edge
any time I took a seat.
I miss listening to the soccer games
with Spanish commentary, and I miss
walking home with wet flip flops,
clean clothes, and no specific direction
for the rest of the day.