The Story Behind the Poem
The first three years of our marriage, we washed our clothes at a laundromat. Sometimes I’d bring a book to read, find the Sunday comics there, or paint my nails. Sometimes I’d go before work (5:30am!). Sometimes we went together. It was mostly…a good experience to be able to speak of in the past;)
by Sarah Steele
We come here to wash our clothes
But to survive, we plug our nose
From the smell of cigarettes
Of all places–a laundromat!