We met the first time at an outdoor jazz festival
so why are we folding clothes
in this sad humming spaceship of a Laundromat
we were going to be better than that
we were going to
we were going to stop stealing detergent
or whatever we could get our hands on.
your lips and ears are famous
but you lost face with what’s between them
i didn’t mean them
i meant that we were going to
not end up like our teachers.
it turns out we were worse off.
our hands dipped in milk
to take the edge off
we are tracing circles of frost on glass
until the coach asks
who’s got fresh legs?
we look at our legs and then look at each other
and become a team.