pulling things out
of your third closet.
emptying the fourth
dresser
found in the spare
room, you declare
with a shriek
I have nothing to
wear? this is when
she turns to you
and says, what's
the matter with you?
wear what you have
on. it worked our
last nine dates in
a row. black sweater
and jeans. it's you,
now let's go.
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