bulky

he poured my coffee today, lukewarm.

last time i saw him you were a
roll-of-quarters-a-day kind of girl;
he gave me a dingy look —
your dirty laundry, aired,
stuck to him,
squeaking like a dime store shoe
on embarrassed linoleum.

clear now: you paid your therapist in lint.

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