Coat Pockets
They are like mini time capsules
nestled in the seams of an old coat –
the purple one pushed to the back of a closet.
Like an archeologist, you carefully put
your hand into the slot, feeling something hard,
hearing a crunching sound, wondering
what has been buried there. The treasure clutched
between your fingers is a sticky mint, a rolled
up tissue, and a wrinkled theater ticket from
ten years ago. Reminders of a night spent with
friends laughing until you cried.
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