Thought you'd like to know
by Sandy Green

I’ve thought of wearing him like a hat
warm and puffy on my head
—or a scarf
flapping from my neck,
teasing the wheel spokes;
or maybe a pair of leather gloves
capping each fingertip with a fine seam

But he is my secret vest
keeping my back straight,
my stomach flat

He has filled my vest pockets
with money,
folded in triangles,
ready to play football
across the table.

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