Scenes From The Class Struggle, A.D. Poem by Brandon Thomas DiSabatino

across the street
at the laundromat/bar
above the bail
bondsman's office
(where i read your name)
a calico row
of husbands wait:
their eyes bloom hollows
of housebroken spaniels
watching the washing
machine windows like
a veteran's day parade.
street signs moan
like hard sex on a boxspring
when the wind moves them
that way.
a forklift spores
through a ribbon of grey road
still as a cross in a small
white hand.