Borrower

She stopped using him years ago, but she just wouldn’t give him away.

She’d leave him like an extra pair of reading glasses

and not miss him until he turned up again on the sofa.

Even when the Salvation Army would call,

she’d forget to donate him.

Or maybe she just didn’t consider him clean and usable anymore.

I started borrowing him.

For the afternoon at first, then overnight, then days at a time.

He fit me perfectly and I only had to be careful not to wear him

if I thought she’d be at the same party.

One day she’ll realize she hasn’t come across him

in a while and wonder where he’s gotten to.

By then I’ll be able to say, “This old thing?

I’ve had him forever.”

Author: mao

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