Old Coat Memories

I put on my old coat.

I thought about playing in the snow

and chewing salty, right-by-zipper fabric.

I transformed into a giant purple marshmallow

stuffed with down feathers.

I cringed at the washed-out dirt marks

lining the sleeves

and laughed at the moments that a created them.

I played zipper races up and down my forearm

faster, fast, faster.

I had to hold the sleeve.

I flipped up my halo of warmth

and leaned back to welcome the security-

but still missed the slightly itchy fur rim.

I snuggled into the warmth of memories.

I nearly fell asleep on the couch.


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