In the LaundromatIn the laundromat
Surrounded by people
Performing their weekly ablutions.
Trying to ignore each other.
Working hard to enforce the tradition
Of the laundromat as an impersonal place.
Then I see you.
You stand out as interesting, yet reachable.
I want to know you better.
I think we might become friends.
Perhaps we could become lovers.
I want to reach out to you.
Introduce myself at least.
Strike up a conversation
And lessen the oppressive solitude.
Several times I nearly speak.
But I am paralyzed
By the fear of easy rejection
For trying to get too close
And disturbing the friendly status quo.
Of isolation and mutual avoidance.
|26 March 1984|
|by Bill Cattey|