Senior citizen
Alone in the laundromat
Clutching five clean shirts.

I paid fifty cents
For this scarf that I have on --
I'm a cheap floozy.

They've cloned my kitten,
But now I can't afford him;
I wish we were dead.

My new pink nightgown
Has black buttons down the front,
Like bad directions.

Turn the TV off --
Notice the world around you.
Quick, turn it back on.

At Greer's laundromat,
Voices drowned out by machines --
Is this prophetic?

How I long to smoke --
What on earth is stopping me?
Not a goddamned thing.

When you live alone,
Fine dining is eating meals
Right out of the pan.

In a low-down mood,
I stare at the kitchen floor.
A black bug crawls by.

I just felt chest pain.
If you are reading this now,
Say goodbye for me.