but she was not.
the pockets worn.
in the shape of an iPhone 11.
her zipper has wear and tear, too.
she makes quiet mornings loud.
for a spell.
we write winter poems.
order pizza.
watch Christmas Vacation.
it is perfect.
it holds some fell purpose.
we are both irredeemable.
do you want a drink, she asked?
no, I said, I ain't got the time.