Red Rot

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sleep is a needle

for no matter how ripped and shredded, tattered and torn i am from the day

i wake up mended, ready to be ripped again

you are made of kevlar little boy, durable and tough. but not me.
i am made of cotton or rayon, somedays silk or satin, more often blue jean denim. i wrinkle and stain and slouch and ruin, but every morning you put me on again and i work. and i think i am your favorite.

11:27 a.m. - 2006-03-01

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