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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.








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