I want to breathe dirty
cigarette lungs
into the bed grime you say it

is time to bless the sheets
with renewal so we spin
around the laundromat

hand-in-hand do-si-do
though strangers stare
hard monosyllabic

menace to shoe-
dirt joining dust
on the sweaty

floor sex stomps
one body over another
until detergent

soaks threadbare


(originally published in HeadStuff, Spring 2020)

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