the new sweater,
slipped into the mix and mash
of clothes
being washed
has shrunken down
to almost nothing.
it might fit a small
thin child now. tightly.
I hold it up, out of the dryer,
warm and soft,
I try to stretch it,
tugging at the sleeves,
the collar, but
nope, it's done. game
over for this sweater.
I peel back the label
hidden underneath.
dry clean only.
damn the small print.
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