May 7, 2010
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A shirt,
a wrinkled shirt
unable to be ironed straight,
sits in the closet,
frightened of buttons coming undone.
Kin as the hanger,
the chemise dangles off of hook,
fears that once unbuttoned,
the hanger will shatter,
let him go.
A shirt.
sits in a closet.

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