Late in the long day, I liked your way, your way of finding me in the second-smallest room, filled with sound from two machines, as they tumbled our garments to clean and dry them, one lending the lightest fresh scent to the air, the other filling it with a humid warmth like climes we might never visit together.
I liked the way you pressed me to the wall and kissed me without a word, my bundles of tea towels and school shirts dropped on the tiles, your hair run through with my fingertips.
We’ve been everywhere together.
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