Anagram Poetry- Wenshu Wang's "At The Laundromat"

Anagram Poetry is a series we’ll be doing where an author contributes one poem, then re-transfigures it to create a second poem.

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At the Laundromat

The washing machine turns

my red sweater inside out.

A quarter rolls beneath the chair

where a woman sleeps,

her yellow coat folded over her knees.

Outside, rain gathers in the gutter.

The fluorescent light flickers

against the glass,

and a small moth beats its wings

above the empty change machine.

Someone has left a sock

on the windowsill,

still warm from the dryer.

Night Shift

Inside the glass,

a small moth sleeps

beneath my red sweater.

The washing machine beats

against the rain.

A woman turns her yellow coat

inside out, her knees

folded beneath the chair.

Outside, someone has left

a quarter on the windowsill.

The fluorescent light gathers

in the empty gutter

where a sock rolls over

the change machine.

Still warm from the dryer,

its wings flicker above.

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