Spin

One shirt left to wear

Rotation

One book left to read

Rotation

A coffee and snack

Rotation

My last pair of jeans

Rotation

The fat girls, Hispanic, read girls’ magazines, while

Rotation

The manager reads Vietnamese novels
Romances red-hot, but no ring on her finger

Rotation

As the room gently heats amid soft background rumbling

Rotation

I glance at my wristwatch and think how much money I drop in the slots to continue the colored

Rotation

The clatter of cart wheels on greying Formica
The rumble of warmth-leaking rotating drums
The crumple of magazines five, six years old
The ennui of the American laundromat.

 

Lance Nizami has no formal training in the Arts. He is active in the world’s most competitive profession, yet without an institutional appointment or income. He started writing poetry during a long airplane flight in 2010, and has written much since then in-flight.