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Work Gloves
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Work gloves strewn all over the house,
dropped where they lay, some sort of signifier,
"I'm done here"
In the night they gravitate towards one another,
an orgy of pink nylon & black rubber,
paint-splattered, dirt-caked,
duct tape wrapped around index fingers
Eventually they wear out their usefulness,
yet still I cannot throw them away,
trustworthy tools to my daily endeavor
Sometimes one will disappear altogether,
leaving a straggler behind,
odd one out
