Laundromat - Poem by Brian Mayo
I’d like to save a child from
a laundromat fire.
Or even two children.
Lay their helpless, smoking bodies at the feet
of paramedics while an inferno
rages behind me.
“Somebody get these kids some oxygen! ”
I’d yell, as the building collapses.
I need to get in one grand
yellowed memory that will
suck the oil from your trembling
Something I can claim as my own.
Something to hold up to the light
before it dims and grows cold.
it will have been worth it.
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