state of suspicion,
she cleaned my closet while
i was at work
and found
the red silk
shorts from a paramour
in the distant
past.
an exotic
fabric shaped to reveal
almost everything.
not well worn,
but worn
for sure on some hot
valentine day night.
she set them on my nightstand
with a note.
saying,
now i know
who you really are,
to which i replied, they aren't
even my size.
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