cloakroom

i'm all for shedding what we can.
we sit elbow to elbow & don't talk about
how i am texting a new god this week. 
an uber is on his way. here. parks inside my throat.
outside, the winter has fingernails. polar bear ghosts
awaken to walk the avenues. i never believed
i could truly be bare for you. inside, i showed you
everything i used to wear to funerals: black dress 
& black feathers & black crown. you had a gift for me 
but you left it in the pocket of another coat. i too have gifts 
undelivered. my mouth. my breath. my ankles.
i take your coat & you, mine.