Laundry Archaeology
I trace her movements
by the contours of the hills
that rise from the beige plains
of the bathroom carpet.
Archaeologist-like I piece together
the past by gently removing
the present, layer by layer
separating darks and lights.
Genius I cannot believe this report of my being a genius, a chat up line from a flirtatious gent. That I am, at times a good writer, I wil...
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