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sheets -poem

April 7, 2013

I washed our sheets
snatched them from the dryer
silky warm fleetingly brushed skin
your distant touch
as I struggle
folding the fitted sheet.

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From → poetry, romance

7 Comments
  1. Nice poem! Those fitted sheets! My father-in-law has often asked me to “show him how to fold a fitted sheet” when we visit. I didn’t catch on the first two times he used that trick.

  2. Fitted sheets: a universal problem–compounded by the distance between Chicago and Cleveland. Nice, Bill.

  3. Sounds like you have another Shroud of Turin there, Bill. Very holy sheets. Charge admission next time you do the laundry… 😉

  4. missing her, huh…
    or just need some help folding sheets?

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