I'm another commodity
recycled endlessly
you throw away and forget about
till your foot is cold
and you reach for that stretched-out sweat sock
with the holes and dirty stains
falling apart from years
of industrial washing machines--
this time you left me in the dryer too long
and someone else took me home
to gently patch my holes.
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