“someday,
i hope you will appreciate having
all the sheets piled on top of you and
actually
look
forward
to wading through them in the morning.”
her voice a gentle joke like so many
we have accrued in the past year…
in the past months and breaths
and heartbeats.
i protest, yet i love the
reality of being swaddled by
her cast-off covers
of being her needle in a haystack,
hidden, but there…just waiting to be
found.
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