Ode to a Purple Jacket Lying on the Road

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 08, 2018

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At first you were a dead cat

welcoming the cars rolling by you

 

When I drew closer, your

black body changed into a

violet Bruise

 

Who was your owner?

You lie too contorted to reveal your size

the squares of murky colors

suggest you once

Belonged to a little girl

Perhaps when dry, the bruise resembles

expensive eyeliner

 

Were you ever a favorite piece of clothing?

Did the girl’s mother intentionally buy you

too large for her, so she could grow into you?

 

Were you stained before the

Rain claimed you?

The armpits darkened

For all the hot days

she refused to ever take you off?

The splotches of Mulberry

covering the front pockets when she got

Sick, and only you could keep her warm?

 

How could anyone forget something so

Prized, something so worn down by use

How often do the things that receive more

Love than anything in the world,

lie as twisted as that jacket?

 

You didn’t answer my questions

the second time I saw you

Having only moved five feet.


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