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One Towel

One towel

was all I used to own.


Now I have four.

Last summer, when she came and stayed,

she had something to say

about my lonely towel.


I went to work the next day,

and when I came home,

I had two more towels in my bathroom.

I only ever needed one towel before.

I’ve always been my own company.






Someone else was always missing.


I just never knew who.


-CH 4/26/26

 
 
 

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