Lucky Shelter Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Not above praying in the dark for just a glimpse of her adventure in a dress
And not knowing how to get there is an ode to somewhere I've never been

I was less intimidated when I saw her in the laundromat
Laundromat equality
He wears one of his two pairs of pants while he washes the other

I was less intimidated when the laundromat ran out of soap
The woman with four trash bags full of dirty clothes sighs
It's an ugly sound and makes an accusation that the whole world is conspiring against her

At a mutually agreed upon meeting place
A friend's house with no pressure and full of comfort and food
It is driven home that the fortunate live indoors
The fortunate contain themselves and do not feel the pressure of other people