scarlet cloth with soft fabric loops
that used to hug a face, lying
facedown in the center
of the diner floor, vaguely indecent
like a tired brassiere
or a panhandler
intimate
on the black-and-white linoleum
just lying there
as i step over it
around it
trying to ignore it
on my way in and out
of the light.
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