If I am the sum

If I am the sum of what clings to my clothes–

then I am indifferent but warm: cat’s fur.

and soft and falling apart: down-jacket feathers.

and sometimes I taste good: Cherry Garcia.

a little broken and bruised: blood.

not ever quite clean, but working hard: spring slush.

and sometimes so clean I degrade: bleach.

and fading, but beautiful: the smell of you.

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