the things i like
can fit in a sock
or in a car
with the windows cracked.
New sweaters tainted with the smell
of shared vices
a mug of sugar
a cocktail glass in my purse.
this old music tastes new and
my dog dances in a santa hat,
eating snow
as a girl looks for flying reindeer
in the sky somewhere.
i coat my body in cloth
that has never been worn
except for the fleeting touches
of others in dressing rooms
who decided it wasn't good enough.
I give my lover something soft and blue
and don't worry that it's enough,
because we have rain forest showers
and three layers
fake cooking shows
and a promise for a new years kiss.
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