Used washcloths,
sheets and toweling
thrown into the
hamper or the closet
bear the
vestiges of scowling,
pensive,
smiling, sighing faces –
effluvial
deposits in them posit
this
hypothesis: that our humanity
transcends
the flesh and intercepts
the world
outside invisibly – faint traces
of the sweat
and tears and smell of Soul
proceed from
us into the globe before
they’re
scrubbed and rinsed away --
carrying the miracle of everybody whole..
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