Oct 26, 2010 11:18
Laundromat Love Poem
I came here for womb-like sounds
and comfort clean smell clean towels warm
like sun on my face, the breeze of summer
at my back coming to me from the fields
around the farm sitting bare feet
and dirty knees on the picnic table
the feel of the front lawn between toes,
soothing as mud
soothing as car rides home
falling asleep my head on your lap in darkness
stealing your hand too and not speaking
you loved me then
humming songs,
petting my hair from sleepy face…
First time I knew I lost you
the long dead eyes glaring at me from somewhere else,
my hand reaching from somewhere else,
beyond me, I struck you, to stop
the screaming, stop the noise,
end the
blood boiling deep in my veins, I found
immediate regret,
you returned the blow
scratching and I sunk, defeated
somewhere beyond myself, somewhere
distant we rocked together
in your chair
I had never felt more safe
blood in my veins calm and sane and
same, forever a part of me