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Male box
by Steve MichaelsThe brown paper package
sterile priority mail label
opened I find
my shirt inside, laundered
the book - not dog eared - perhaps
ironed and vacuumed
removing errant DNA
no note.
the lack of you
is you
04/17/2014 Posted on 04/17/2014
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/22/14 at 03:34 PM I keep coming back to this one. It's almost like a Chinese laundry visit where everything in the bag(regardless)got washed and starched. Those last three lines sum this person up in so few words - almost as though they were never there. |
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