photobooth

i pulled a coat
from the closet
on a whim.
the black slick
pea coat hadn’t felt
the shoulders of
my body in months–
a number of them i
can’t quite remember.
throwing the light
sleeves over my colored
arms, i crumbled into
the warm crevasses of a
familiar warmth,
right hand fixing
the collar
and left hand slipping
into the pocket,
searching for nothing.

and in the dark
of the cotton slit,
i felt the corners
of a small, simple
square. a picture
of you and me,
so small, it nearly
slipped through my thumb
and forefinger. shakily.
one section of a series
of shots, taken in a
photobooth in a
darkly lit city bar,
rested in my hand.
a reminder.
an exploding heart.

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