laundry day
harsh light from a bare bulb
pushes down on my shoulders
cool white on the dark blue of
sheets still warm from the dryer
shadows like old stains
line the creases as i fold them along with
the memories of long time pretences
once, twice three times
squared and neatly done with a practiced hand.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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