Poet bundles together
Words like laundry hot
From clothes dryer, briefly
Stinging hands—but the burn
Is deeper, sears heart’s marrow
Blisters wildly looping thoughts…
Madness like plague for which
There’s no vaccine…occult viral
Infection feverishly strings letters
Together ‘mid soul’s condition
Which is not exclusive—similar
Words, thoughts, wounds mark
Survivors who may meet by
Happenstance, recognize
Each other: scars’, bruises’
Distinctive coloration…
And slight keen smell
Of bleached laundry
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