Why Thursdays? What’s the deal? Margret fills us in.

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And they dance before me legs entwined.
And their embrace is ecstatic and twisting and tangling.
And now more money is required.
And after the operation I vanished for a time and was discovered by a night nurse in a laundry cross the street eyes affixed to an Amana dryer.
And in those hours escaped I experienced such profound emotion from those garments bathed in life.
And in the many medicated days and nights after I Demerol dream of smooth sheets on my skin her panties on the dresser his jeans on the floor.
And after I’m mostly healed I apply sallow makeup and in Mary’s old chair sit ashy and anemic on the street and when quarters assemble journey to the washateria and quaver at the tumble of a slitted skirt.
And that is nice but not nearly enough.
So I am back at Lisa’s Laundry and instead of a teddy I search for a bear and in the second tier drier it pirouettes madly then it’s hidden by an apron and wrestled by a house dress and entertains the children’s overalls.
And they are my family now till Thursday next.
And from them I have a borrowed blessed love to give the empty men on the sidewalk.
And that works fine for them and it works fine for me. Because I love the first kiss and I love to be carried and I love to be pure and I love to be loved.