i.
cleaning up after boys
the folding
tucking
finding places again
for all that spilled
onto ticking sheets
this pile of words
fabrics washed fresh
bleached surfaces
so now I rest
easy
clean as the day
he made me
now I make me
beyond re-approach
ii.
Debussy
candles
plants watered
me thirsty
trying not to drink
the desert being safer
for solitary camels
in winter
not thinking of oasis
the coming sun
carrying loneliness
in two humps
the moon slipping romance
over sleeping volcanoes
to the east
tucking one more dream
beyond one more distant
horizon
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