I’ve got some poems for ya.

Here’s a poem that’s currently a work-in-progress in my poetry class.
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Towel Drying

As I step out of the shower,
mist collecting in curling columns,
I pick up my towel; its seams
puckering to kiss the cascades of water,
as if in the throes of thirst, or-

a reaction of repulsion from sour taste –

and I wonder if the towel
now thrown in the corner
is curled up in satisfaction-

or if it is doubled over
in an aching state of futility,
in search of and never finding
a means to stay dry.

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Give it a look, give me suggestions. Tell me if you like it! Another one to come soon.