the dryer signals
the clothes are done
she opens the door
to unload and
hundreds of socks
pour out on the floor
she hasn't a basket
it was left upstairs
she hasn't a shirt
she wasn't born with one
she burdens her arms
with the task of socks
that have walked
all over her
she holds the mass
while attempting to
shut the dryer door
as she needn't anymore
and only finds herself
stooping over to
pick up the next
sock that won't stay
within her arms
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