Thou shalt not steal all the blankets…
Hand
I was never so alone as when you dropped
my hand…
reached in to my chest cavity
and crushed my lungs…
you take me somewhere
higher than I’ve gone before
I was climbing,
struggling to grab hold…
whatever you’re drinking,
pour me one
I want to fly into the sunset…
can you sing along
when I can’t hold
the tune…
Your hand is bigger
than mine…
I wonder
if I wander…
Why is your hand
the imprint of a griddle
on my side?…
My hand fits inside yours
I could be your nesting doll…
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