my mother told me not
to drag my feet through
the underbrush---but to get out
of those brambles as soon
as I could. I put all the thistles
in my mouth. Felt my cheeks
bristle.
I thought that
would make it easier.
we’re only here right now
because I’ve got a wasps’ nest
for a pillow and the wind’s so
restless that it blew
all the windows
closed.
the radiator is the only one
at home, tap-dancing
its way through the night.
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