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by: Edward Rochester Esq - Sat, 19 Nov 2022 00:17 UTC

Broken Down

She was drowning
you could tell, sitting inside
the laundromat.

She could have been twenty-five
or fifty, the weather
had removed all time.

"My mom is in the car, we can't start it
and she wants to know if you could help --
she saw you throw the window."

Mom was in the back seat and handed me the key.

Her daughter climed into the front, the stink of cigarettes,
overpowered, the daughter never looked me
in the face, she seemed broken, thin, in need
of more than clothes cleaned.

The key was bent, I explaned, seemed forced.

I tired to bend it back with pliers, no Luck.

"I'll call my husband", the daughter said,
but it seemed like the last person
they both thought of but he had the spare key.

Mom thanked me for trying
and I made it back inside in time
for the last minute of dryer time.

This morning, her car remained where last left,
looking cold and sad.

Edward Rochester Esq.