Poem -

Dirty Linens

They sit,Ā 
she passes by;
Her dress torn at the back
Showing tornĀ underwear
They throw back there heads
Tears pool in mockery as they laugh
Unaware that they reveal the telltale-stains of the place where there two scarred legs meet,
They throw there legs to the wind in endless mirth

I don't want to laugh at themĀ 
My cupboard emits skeletal odours

But
How do I tell them to close their legs without betraying myself?

How do I make them see their own dirty linens without exposing my own?

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