While You Wait

It's just a row of laundromat chairs— those molded plastic ones, screwed into a fake strip of tile. The whole setup’s bolted to the lunar crust under a plexiglass dome. Every seat holds something left behind: a single sock, a keychain flashlight, a takeout menu folded into fourths. One chair’s cracked down the center, duct tape holding it together. There’s no sign, but it’s called Memento on the Moon. Sometimes, Earthlight flickers in the dome like a busted overhead bulb.