alfie lee writing


making a scene

it was the drying
cycle when i spot
out the glass

front a girl about
four, bounding
by the laundromat, young

mother in hot
pursuit. orange
swimcapped, wrinkled cone

head, giggles
across her face.

cajol, stamp.
bawl. promises and

all. for getting
that summer day.


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