Poem: Sinister Cycle
hang your memory on the line to dry
doing my dirty laundry
peg you right between the eyes
it’s the least that you deserve
leave you out until the rain comes in
laugh as you shrivel
place you in the drier on hot
dry you to a shrink
then fold you up and away in the drawer
i’ll wash you again next week
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