sitting in a laundromat
watching people steal from the dryers
wondering why people just up and leave their stuff,
i shake my head and get back to the new zane novel
it is then at the finish of chapter ten,
i hear a scream that will add to all that haunt me
wherever your stuff is, doggonit, you stay with it
my light load is now done
i place the bookmark of heaven at the beginning of chapter eleven
i fold the light load up quickly and immediately exit
i go straight to Lowe's and get that stackable that is on sale
no more laundromat for me
dumb ish happens up in there no matter which one that you go to
at least it does when i go
yes, God was tryin' to tell me somethin',
or perhaps, i was tellin' myself somethin' without knowin'
home, from now on, will be the ONLY laundromat where i will be at
Stackable living
hackable lives
On top of each other
like bees in a hive
Inside a box
hard corners to know
A neighbor above
a neighbor below
Stackable moments
fractional lies
The walls serve two masters
invasion implied
All differences measured
in bedrooms and floors
A blueprinted nightmare
its maze underscored
Stackable meaning
the truth wearing thin
Its elevator stuck
stairs covered in sin
The higher you climb
the farther you fall
Stackable living
—the death of us all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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