To My Fitted Sheet
I despise you.
You and your stretchy corners.
You and your sneaking up and springing off when I'm pulling down your Other Side.
You and your excruciating tangles.
You are the bane of my Existence and I Wish You Would Be Abolish in favor of the regular, rectangular sheets righteous That Came Before You.
How am I supposed to fold you?
In the grim Tuesday morning when to envelop you and I cast my toes I
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