Super Duper Poetry Vol. 1 February 2015 | Page 14

Folding
 Sweaters

It
 was
 not
 supposed
 to
 be
 a
 night
 like
 this.

Standing
 over
 an
 empty
 queen

sized
 bed.

Playing
 with
 a
 shirt
 that
 has
 been

over
 worn

and
 wrinkled.

But
 it
 is.

It
 is.

By
 Shannon
 McDonald

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