Makeshift Blanket

I’m pretty sure our hands are just as warm as spread sheets

(freshly laundered) And if we part, then our hearts can move along with us

To other portions of state, and like bites from small teeth, pocked on arms,

I’m still warm, like the placing of hands, palm to palm, when it’s too late.

 

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