My peacoat eats.
Its pockets, worn with extra nostrils,
frayed and torn, in which to drop
so many things. A wooly plop
past satin strings to gutters dark
and snakes of lint, upon which never
light does glint.
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Peacoat
February 25th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
