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Early or Late
February, 2019
Writing a poem is like
throwing off the blanket at night
when my body turns with relief
in the cool air and
at last I can breathe.
Sometimes you fell asleep
on top of me, a heavy cover,
our skin moist and sticky.
Early or late I wanted
to throw off your weight,
turn my body in the bed
and embrace the white wall.
Now that you’re gone
I can say that with you
love made a poem
like a warm blanket when
spring was already
underway, precious but late.
2010 - 2019
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