The Art of Tetman Callis

i turned on the radio and folded my freshly-washed underwear
while watching out the window at schoolgirls walking by

the tingling and the pressure from my old workplace injury is always with me
i moved with care
clouds had been building up all afternoon

the schoolgirls walked down the street to the next block
i stacked my underwear neatly
the sound of a golden oldie came from the radio

the clouds were slowly billowing over the city
my bedsheets were still drying on the line

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