Bedbug meditations

1. Trudging to the laundromat, de-bedbugging

The full moon hung like a wafer in the sky,

full and unbelievably bright, her shyness having fallen away,

and I, trudging with my contaminated clothes,

bathed in the cleanness of her light,

in the strength of her ancestral song.

And on she rose.

2. In the laundromat, the last load

Americans own a lot of fabric

and I’m not just talking clothes –

slippers and rugs and blankets

and stuffed animals and bathrobes:

it literally took days to get everything clean

and I’m on the last twenty minutes of the last load,

surprised that the ending is bittersweet, actually,

as my laundromat sanctuary is pushing me back into the world,

washed

ready

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