On The Line

May 10, 2012

I hung up the clothes line. I trust the weather, for the most part. And as I was clipping little wooden pins to the wet denim I noticed my hands and I saw myself from above and I fell into a story where the narrator takes a step closer to the truth. Her truth. Her natural tendencies, her solitude and rough hands.
Clotheslines say all there is to know about you.

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