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the memories that had been
soaked and wrung into that
coral cotton rectangle
were too numerous to count
except by those who had
had the pleasure.
there were hundreds
of summer afternoons
and warm vacation days
that had been rubbed
deep into the finger-like fibers.
87 gallons of chlorine
had eaten away at the
roughest corners
leaving them frayed and lifeless.
millions of sun rays
had pounded themselves
directly onto the warm fabric and
worn its face from
crimson to salmon.
35 pairs of arms and legs
had sprawled and stretched
themselves over every
patch of that towel.
3 million rain drops,
cold and warm,
had splashed themselves
upon the threaded fields
in desperate suicidal hopes
of bombing the delicate skin
taking shelter beneath.
56 sharp teeth
had yanked and ripped
the fragile weave to shreds in
20 different tug wars
only to have
14 silver needles
shoved through the
remaining tatters with
new guts of red
just to keep it together.
4,015 rinse cycles
and mouthfuls of detergent
had massaged the tired cloth
back to life,
cleansing the endless
cycles of disarray
it dutifully picked up after.
2,160 tumbles in
a drying machine
just so it could be
freshly immersed
in a brand new puddle.
and now here it was
folded and pressed
safely wrapped in an
airtight plastic bag
forever holding its breath
forever dreaming of endless blue
mirrors of air and water
and wet laughing fingers
with hot salty skin
until the next time
it might be needed.

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  • andreasphoto
    andreasphotoabout 6 years ago

    lovely text – obviously you are a number addict ;-)

  • Alix Purcell
    Alix Purcellabout 6 years ago

    I love this!! Life through the eyes of an inanimate object is hard to do and hard to do so well… This is tops! Keep up the great work Lys!

  • scott allison
    scott allisonabout 6 years ago

    sometimes i feel like that towel…
    I love your descriptions!

  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryanabout 6 years ago

    clever girl !! i love this .. i’m sure my heart felt like once or twice in my lifetime so far too lol

  • ManaMoon
    ManaMoonabout 6 years ago

    You give a whole life to a favourite object. I get attached to favourites too and wear them until they are worn right out. These things have Sentimental value and thats comforting

  • jjgmail
    jjgmailabout 6 years ago

    numbers have a strange place in my head. always, always, always been able to keep them, rearrange them, recite them…but no matter how hard I tried I could never decorate them, the way you have.

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