a serious chick soldier turned out in
army surplus
resale.
Take off your damn boots, I told her.
I don't want it looking like Napoleon came tromping across
my precious Persian
rugs.
On a rainy afternoon, we walked to the mm yum bakery--
me in a white jacket like a ski trooper,
but she detected me with kiss
reconnaissance.
In September she moved in, when the sky was that spectacular blue.
We're cat and commander, redeploying this and that
to make basic barracks accommodate my girly curl
rococo.
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