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SHEETS

grandfather was embalmed in his
and carried out, and i

discovered him one year

later when we changed the beds -
shrivelled to a wasp, tiny
pharaoh of a long-gone summer.

sheets were folded by spreading
your arms to mirror your opposite
across their taut expanse. then

came the laundry foxtrot: each
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