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Sunday  Laundry

It's Sunday
The Mexicans are all doing their laundry
Little girls with shiny bows, sweatpants and sequined tops
Happy smiling faces
Lead the brigade
Mothers follow
Shopping carts on the brink of exploding, wheels about to blow
Tuxedo shirts, soccer uniforms with the words BIMBO PAN monogramed on the front, mismatched socks, and pajamas with feet
Colors, a mess,
Cheap laundry detergent stuck on top
I rush down to the laundry
They always take the best machines
I find my place 
Throw my little load in
One person does not have that much
I never realized how alone I was
Until that moment







Written by ali_mon (Aliciam)
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