Latino Spin

Buttocks push; breasts boast through non-existent crowds. A choreographed squall above the whir and clunk of loaded appliances. Hispanic girls acting out in a Laundromat. Hips gesture, hands stab and tussle with unwashed issues. I’m distracted by the overheated hum, can’t read the print of my paperback. Words run naked over yellow pages The girls are angry but not with each other. Skimpy shorts and gang-inks. The porous waft of feral hormones seethes over some slight, branded onto a Facebook page. They flop onto the slatted bench produce a smart phone, scroll through pictures, moue and glower softening as baby shots are thumbed. Melting smiles, then they hold up the cell for me to see. we coo and smile together. The they return to their world and I to mine. When they get up the backs of their thighs are marked by the wooden seat. Washing spins on.