Tuesday, February 28, 2012


They hang like albino bats --
a tight white cluster on the clothes rack--
the morning after I realize I need to do whites.
I imagine sometimes,
during this sexless solitary period,
if I let them be at night
instead of returning them, folded, to their drawer
they will fly off
to seek adventures with sonar
that I cannot have.

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