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[ohtobloom]

the sweats you wear drape casual
folds thick and soft contrasting the pressed
business clothes hung in your sparse closet. gradual
ly grayer than five years ago and your lips suggest
such new thoughts: business man, daddy, lover.
fine crow's feet are precise, concise face art. i
see most of you now.
your baseball cap hides blank stares from your eyes
part juvenile, mostly man. vulnerable
and desperate for escape, for an answer
from God or footsy under the table,
any place responsive enough for chance
for new. I don't care what they say, it's hot now
trying to fit so much old into something new.