Trunk of acacia to where it ties,
Here I'd peg parts of me,
Soaked & hand-washed, left to dry after clean-
Like my favorite pair of blue faded jeans,
Clamps my dignity bleached turned pink
& like my favorite wool sweater stained with ketchup
Fastens my temperament splotched composure I sewed up
For my favorite white floral skirt,
Clips onto the line,
My feminine yet adamant side
Whistling away by the acacia tree,
Citrus detergent aroma sweet,
To where my clothing line, it ties
I had pegged to dry,
The little parts and piles of me.
Clamps my dignity bleached turned pink
& like my favorite wool sweater stained with ketchup
Fastens my temperament splotched composure I sewed up
For my favorite white floral skirt,
Clips onto the line,
My feminine yet adamant side
Whistling away by the acacia tree,
Citrus detergent aroma sweet,
To where my clothing line, it ties
I had pegged to dry,
The little parts and piles of me.
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