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CLOTHESLINE OVER COLUMBUS AND KEARNEY
Thirty
feet above the rooftop
of
the notorious Shadow Club
hangs
the underwear
of
Mr. Lung, Apt. 3A
Gray
and blue, but mostly white
postcards
to the world
his
laundry is a heroic gesture
in
this just-above space
over
the city
Boxers,
briefs,
socks,
how
we divided souls
share
with each other
our
unmentionables
Just
as suddenly
as
two nameless
naked
arms grope
out
the window to reel
it
all back in
We
show up
in
your life
and
bare all
Yet
we will not open
our
mouths to say
look,
I long for your
To
stack you on my bed
and
bury my face
in
your clean rough washcloths
the
redemption of your warm underpants
JD Frey--February 3,
1998
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