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Knit Delicates
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I swaddled myself
in clothing just pulled
​
from from the dryer,
a warm embrace lit by a
​
single
naked
light bulb
overhead.
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And even as my thoughts spiraled, there among the cobwebs and gardening tools,
I felt as sense of closeness,
if only between myself and this
strange
coin-operated
basement-dwelling
machine.
Writer
Photographer
First-Time Human
JUSTIN D. OAKLEY
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