he's been down this lane before:
Oversexed, underfed
with a welcome outstayed
by days.
There's always a cat
who gives too much affection
as if to make up
for those nights in between.
The drinking of time
and passing of water
becomes his old blur--
familiar at worst.
Six pounds were lost
though not ever missed.
He means to buy matches
to keep for her porcelain.
He almost braved to hitchhike back home
leaving a note on her mother's best lace
but then came the fear
that no one would stop
and no one would start
to know him again.
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