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…come to me
like feather down and
spill on me with fingers.
Place one hand on my belly
and your other
wherever you wish,
and we will share
a laughter so silent
our mouths drift open.

Ok, I’ve told you. Now...

—p (excerpt from “Invitation to a Nap”)

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