Quietly, I hang the down-puffed jacket
of my man
as if it were a son’s
on a cedar hanger
in the closet in the hall.
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Quietly, I hang the down-puffed jacket
of my man
as if it were a son’s
on a cedar hanger
in the closet in the hall.
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