The last time I saw it
it was stepping off
the curb between
parked cars in Cleveland,
its pockets empty
except for
faded receipts
for now-broken items,
its top button loose
and dangling
like the head
of a hanged Nazi,
though others swear
they’ve since
seen it from behind
secretly scratching
obscene pictograms
and a former phone number
onto glum walls,
notwithstanding which,
I miss it, sometimes.
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