in my jacket is a saxophone. in
the saxophone is a tidy sum
of feelings.
last night i found a man
in my breast-pocket,
he spoke in A-flat
and blew his nose on my sleeve.
i said to him "why are you in
my clothes?"
to me he said "it just didn't
feel right to be inside of you".
"that's ok", i replied,
"i was feeling lonely anyway,
you can keep me company".
the next night he was gone.
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