3 Shirts Poem by Morgan Michaels

3 Shirts



Washed in Woolite
rinsed clean, wrung tight
Hung overnight on a rod
to drip, drip, drip them dry.
One pale yellow, two pale green
three wrinkled sleeves bled white
the tile beside the tub celery.

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