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May 26, 2007
5 haiku 219
Your handbag drags, low
and though the strap's wrapped higher,
the weight of the world.
Inside, I'm surprised
to find human devices,
keys and pepper spray.
Imagining things,
these things, to belong to you,
oddly comforting.
Of all the nights, right?
Leaving your things on the stand,
my hallway, you say.
Nobody has asked
for this inheritance back,
I matched my spare key.
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