a new

I’m mystified at times when I think of those people who seem to always have a significant [or insignificant] other. Not the types who stay together [though those seem an oddity to me in a much different way],  but the types who always have someone new, like they put on a new hat as easily as take a new lover.

Hard for me, maybe, to understand the impulse to have another always with you or, maybe more accurately, the belief that they can like so many people.

How do you like them all?

How do you keep them all inside you?

An anomaly, to be sure, those always with a new.

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