Thursday, August 25, 2011

When I lay me down
to sleep, maybe forever, found

in dark blankets, pillows,
folds of skin around me

do I know what lurks where
I can't go, down there in that moist place?

And what if it's no more
than a salamander, some slime, or

stink I've seen many times before?
If not forever, let me rest

till I'm better, at my best,
my head lain quiet on your chest.

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