Dryer Sheets & 10 Hail Marys

Fanning a mangled Vogue,
pages fall like her teeth in trends.
Pieces surround
a woman’s coin-slot skin.
She offers quarters
worth 20 bucks in her shirt.

A man pukes by the curb
wipes his mouth
picks up a garbage bag and his son
and kneels under a beaconing Laundromat sign.

Unnoticed art commits suicide off the walls.
Dirty socks — lost like prayers
Yellow stains take detergent shots
asking forgiveness from the white open mouths
lining the hall like confessionals.

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