Lost in the light
of a laundry
room,
clean
air
invites me
into morning.
I sit
and hear the sounds
of whirling,
washing
and with it
I am
at peace.
"I may be some time," he said,
easing on his fleece-lined boots.
We laughed and clinked ou
...
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Working toward sainthood this summer solved some of my problems. For one, my daily-Mass-going mother got off my back about getting a job and moving out permanently. Plus, it gave her something to brag ... [+]
At Burger King at night,
We are a few scattered
Among the tables, waiting
Or eating out of
...
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