Black Jacket

Two glorious hours. Still,
Idiotically basking in the afterglow,
The reason then that I did not see
The too tight black jacket
Hanging on the back of the door.
As soon as you left I felt it,
Knew I had out it on without intention.
Barely able to move my arms,
Stumbling through the day,
Shoulders stiff and breathing shallow.
The heaviest cotton known to man.
It has been three days now, and
I cannot find a way to take it off.
It terrifies me, it's lurking presence.