Spin
One shirt left to wear
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One book left to read
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A coffee and snack
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My last pair of jeans
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The fat girls, Hispanic, read girls’ magazines, while
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The manager reads Vietnamese novels
Romances red-hot, but no ring on her finger
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As the room gently heats amid soft background rumbling
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I glance at my wristwatch and think how much money I drop in the slots to continue the colored
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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.