F I T T I N G

by Paul Semel

 

I wonder if she wears it now
bought to wear at my graduation
while I sat, waiting
holding her keys like some old husband

it was after dinner
my first adult meal
since it ended with coffee
she said I needed shoes
couldn't graduate college
in a pair of ratty sneaks

maybe she didn't wear it
the day was cold and wet
not made for black tank tops
same color shorts
and while I crossed the stage
she was heading home

after that we rarely met
usually tense, never having coffee
and I really never noticed
her clothes
*

 

Poem copyright © 1995 Paul Semel

Background art copyright
© 1990-1998 Romeo Esparrago

 


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