Hide your love away

There’s no sense to be made of the wavy

pattern of the laundry basket yet

I can’t turn away from counting the spaces;

I tried singing

but you didn’t hear me

and as the traitorous curtains part for

the sliver of sun that wants to brand me,

I scramble to hide.

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