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Ode to a little black coat

My arms grew
out of your seams

they cross over
my sides like they
could almost break

I pace concrete sweating
into another day, knowing
eight years of hard wear
is carrying a shipwreck

you were more than
sharp edges, lapels,
silk lining, a scruffy
collar raised up

you soaked up tears
waiting for boys in blue,
said never mind to snot
marks they left over
your shoulders

as they leaned
on you like a pillow,
keeping them warm
with fire you had
spared for them

kissed their
salty foreheads
knowing light
is reaching a
hand out to
say they
got this,

my shoulders
grew out of
their widths

but you were
more than just
divots & tension

you were fury,

raising words
for lost voices
left out in the
wilderness
of silence,

wherever you
may go next

keep that fire
going, share
that same
warmth

the cold
hits hard
out there.