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she buttons
she opens her chest drawer
a button shines
she unhangs her coat
slacks it off cold wire shoulders
a button gone
lost in rain or rage
or lusting tussles
neither remembers anymore
she grips a needle
a thread follows behind
attaching a new fastener
to an old flap of jacket
she puts on the coat
models the mismatching
spins in front of a familiar mirror
watches herself
walks out a door
she never walks back in
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Jaymee Thomas
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