with a bent clothes-hanger
he snagged some beer
from the balcony below.
I held his feet.
I slept in the closet.
I was comfortable in my suitcase.
I love my girlfriend.
I yelled at her for not packing the soap.
She knows I get cross.
I remember contempt;
She wore a skirt that day.
She's a dancer.
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