The Reason I Must Never Give Annie My Denim Jacket
She'll tell you she asks
for so little and
that she's never found
another that is as good
of a match for her...
for what? ...her style?
Personality? Soul?
She'll promise to give
it a good home,
to never find
a replacement. She
cajoles me and uses
every tool in the box,
begging, accusing
me of some cruelty,
threatening not to care
for me when I grow old.
She'll ask,
"Don't you want
me to be happy?" or
"When was the last
time you even wore it?"
She fills me
with attention, hits
me with her attentions
because I have it,
the last and only
thing she'll ever need.
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