Gaffe

The mountain boots sat in the closet
unbuckled
shrinking by the second
His calves burned with solitude when he trekked

He had started using comb now
Plastic, metal, wood
taking over from her fingers
He saw her curls in his fallen hair

His earlobes crumpled
Held on to
all
she had whispered

Boss’s new secretary
like dirty dancing at strip clubs
did not agitate him
anymore

He thought he was in love

Clogged arteries, diagnosed the doctor

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