Smooth Animal

outside my house
i see another.
it blinks with windows at me,
leans out with a face that falls apart
broken tv on the lawn
scooped like a bear carcass
new land growing over

a smooth animal curls on the lawn
its tail circles the washing pole
taut, receding
licking a furry arm the length of line
that holds my clothes.

all of my terrible clothes
my smooth animal wears them,
sneaks under the house
i look back, see him waiting
under the bed
the chair the table

inside my house
anywhere he goes
he finds clothes heaped in beautiful folds
Piles of Sweatshirts
to be marvelled at, believed in-

he is sicker
than my oldest
unmatched sneaker.

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