you don't
believe in
wallets, or
man purses,
you just can't
go there, so
your pockets
are full of
loose change,
some bills,
keys, and mints,
some napkin
numbers smudged,
a chinese
menu, assorted
pens and lint,
one last
photo of me
and you,
you can't wait
to get home
to empty them.
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