Monday, February 7, 2011

My Jacket

A small girl and large boy
in a room of trapped heat
everyone heavy, looking forward
she leans on his sleepy form
and doesn't stay still
and vibrates like a young bird
or rabbit in restlessness
they sneak a kiss

I've been told my jacket is too big for me, it's obviously many sizes bigger than me. I like its largeness and how it flows around me, like being within a home outside of home. I can keep possessions inside and maybe even sit down to tea within it. Its extra spaces capture extra heat and coze me. It has room for two.

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