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Allie Beene - March 14, 2023

my hamper billows over, unsorted:

bright reds nestled & twisted

among dove white, lace formalwear & cotton tees

spilling out, loose strings from one

hopelessly glued on the other. though often

worn, they really don’t need washing.

no sweat stains, smashed blueberry

juice, or melted chocolate from a

messy-sweet snack—just a warm

scent from yesterday’s dinner, holding

my mind in tangles, wrapped up

in thoughts of you.

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