In the LaundromatIn the laundromatSurrounded by people Performing their weekly ablutions. Trying to ignore each other. Working hard to enforce the tradition Of the laundromat as an impersonal place. Then I see you. You stand out as interesting, yet reachable. I want to know you better. I think we might become friends. Perhaps we could become lovers. I want to reach out to you. Introduce myself at least. Strike up a conversation And lessen the oppressive solitude. Several times I nearly speak. But I am paralyzed By the fear of easy rejection For trying to get too close And disturbing the friendly status quo. Of isolation and mutual avoidance. |
| 26 March 1984 | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
| Notes on this poem. |
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