Thursday, November 3, 2016

to the blanket at my feet

it gives me such joy
to see you
and know how many
places you have
been and where
you are now
and how i could
have never
imagined you
scrunched in the
corner of this
twenty dollar couch
or draped over Marina
as she reads the works
of men long dead
or a cape
over Sarah's shoulders
as she talks about
a budding love

you came from London in the rain
stolen as compensation and i have removed you from
this context removed you from him removed you from that
taken you over seas your nestle logo bright on hulking white
planes carted you in the backs of cars to my old home to my new
home rolled up tightly you have been to some of the places
most dearly to my heart

how much your threads have seen
who would have guessed? not me.

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