At The Laundromat Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

At The Laundromat



Stationed in a little room, looking around at four walls, noticing every little detail as I take it all in.
Cramped, dirty, messy, filled with used appliances, nothing in it's place.
Being used as a home away from home by an illegal mexican woman.

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