Laudromat

We jumped (tumbled, wandered) into the rain, down the stoop onto the sodium-lit street. We had a direction in mind, so ran, huddled, laughed our way, until, whilst taking brief shelter under a small awning, we were intrigued by a group of people outside a laundromat. A closed, darkened laudromat at 11pm (was it 11?…

Night in a Brooklyn Apartment

I have experienced profound happiness in a street-lit room, dark, red, yellow, voices outside, sirens and music, bangs, traffic the room filled with summer warmth, a lover far away and fire within my heart beat pulses a smile to my lips which spreads and breathes in the night a heavy happiness weighing me to my…