Each Night I Shed Clothes

leave them to cool on hardwood
snake skins still holding the day’s shape
leggings tucked into socks bearing
toe impressions. Limp around my bedroom
a calendar of weather and moods.
Lovers trip over piles late
scattering jeans socks bras
into bursts of marked time.

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