By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 13 October 1999

LaundroMAT

drop 
your bag of guilt on my toes
full lips somehow thin, tight
across ur yellowed
empty
teeth
cocaine lodged in the
cracks
of my bathroom tiles
the crack of your youth
u slip from a broken toilet 
and burden my
Fat Ass
with the truth as you see it
through weary eyes
before slamming my door
running from my hollow threats
and leaving ur baggage

years of laundry
and trinkets
and hearts
and other garbage

for me to sort through