The Clothes Man Poem by Leslie Philibert
The Clothes Man
Rating: ★5.0
Sucked out of denim and
cotton, half in running
flat over the bedroom floor,
skinless like a cartoon cat,
somebody I knew yesterday;
an underarm stainer; a tracer,
a schlepper of ballast
hidden in layers; now magicked away
as I sleep as a pink filling,
ready to meet myself.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: cat,pink,running
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