blue laundry hamper
on my shoulder like a waiter
west down fulton to diamond
its like summer out there
stopped at buffalo traders
saw kristen behind the counter
asked if i talked to erik
which i haven't in years
put my laundry in
and smoked two cigs
sitting in the parking lot
two mexican children run by
and i wonder where they
stole those skittles from
Friday, April 17, 2009
laundry day
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