Carharts
I sat near you
And watched quietly
As you carefully
Caressed
The worn knees of your Carharts
With an ink pen
Pulling the likeness
Of your love
From the fabric.
She looks lovely.
River bottom dust skin
Industrial seam of hair.
I look away when you
Gently add shadow
Under her chin.
It seems too intimate.
When I look back
She has eyes,
As if you couldn't pull away
The last time you took a trip
And decided to keep her
Near your pocket.
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