I am your clothes line

I am your clothes line—

Stretch me taught and thin,

Between these two points in space and time.

I hold these dresses at their heaviest,

I hold these fibers cleansed of sin.

I am your clothes line—

Tie me strong against the wind,

Bind my body to this use of mine.

I hold the skins of your future,

I hold these rags when pinched with pins.

And when I tangle,

And when I resist,

And when I drop,

And when I pull, 

And when I strain,

And when I break,

And when I fall free and mangled to just once touch green grass, 

Always remind me.

I am your clothes line.

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Two more poems to check out!:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wvs4gu/going_down/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wvggur/the_end/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share