Tumble
I like your coat
hanging next to mine
in the closet.
They are close,
touching,
the wool kissing the suede
in the darkness
like teenagers
at the kind of party
we never went to.
They are fighting
together,
comrades in arms
battling gravity,
and no one can bring them down.
No one,
except you
or me,
with the slightest touch
of our hands.
- Stephanie Bolmer