Things We Hang on the Line by Heather Loudermilk

bras, one with a cup less
stretched out from holding
nothing; panties with blood
stains, splotches we can’t
scrub out or bleach over; work
shirts that smell like corn
liquor or have a small swipe
of joint ash on the pocket. If
you think secrets have to speak
to be told, you’ve never done
laundry like we have.

From: https://deadmule.com/heather-loudermilk-three-poems/

Date: 2024

By: Heather Loudermilk (19??- )

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