I keep the warm in with tattered cuffs,
and a zipper that once knitted the teeth of a wind breaker.
I am an eyesore among blazers and self important suit coats,
Begrudgingly sobering amid fairy wings clutching after daydreams.
World worn, I gather firewood and drape the aching bones.
Beloved of broken hands, sweat starched and faded,
I am the everyday.
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