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.