Your Green Jacket

The arguments we didn't have
are inside the pockets of your jacket
Jangling about,
fingering them idly during restless moments,
the change and bubblegum wrappers
of a hundred bitten tongues and swallowed rebukes

I borrowed it for a time,
a shelter against the temporary cold
Smells lingering in the threads reach my nose,
mixing memory and mind
A gentle weave against the fraying seams of time

All the what-ifs are buttons,
first open, then close,
first fast, then slow
A back and forth Dr. Seuss collage
of putting it on and taking it off once more
 
The jacket is on the chair in the kitchen,
right where you can find it
The one place in the city where
our lives have yet to overlap

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