Laundry

she drapes tapestries across
plains of her, cupping her wrapping her
shaken goose bump shoulders,
dappling her in design.
her felted lips shed themselves
in the corners of the washing machine, leaving
love marks in the dryer lint.
leaking bleach from her seams
streaking the summer linens
pieces of her emerge from the holes
in the laundry basket,
bury my nose in her quilted skin.

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