tell people when
the conversation awkwardly
lags as we walk
along the path
and it's cold out.
i say,
by the way,
do you know
where i bought these gloves,
these gloves
that i'm wearing
right now?
i hold my hands up
to show
them the brown leather gloves.
spreading my
fingers for effect.
they look at me in a strange
way,
the way one
looks at crazy people on
the subway.
no, they say.
but do tell.
where did you get those
nice leather gloves?
i tell them
Madison Avenue in New York City,
a few years ago.
a little shop along the way,
next to a deli,
but it's not
there anymore.
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