the fickle sky is Nemesis
whenever I am the avatar of laundry.
i can be hungry for some sun,
i can want tufts of clouds to stash away,
to cram away, into the mouth…
but without a limb to reach that high
and with all the dampness in the world to dry
and with nothing to match my desire
i am without anything to wear for tomorrow
2023.mar.22
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
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