Under a blanket
it was at high altitudes
in love or nauseous?
I once held his hand
his touch was so soothing-but
with a lion's face.
and yet his shoulder-
a pillow and his stomach-
a raft, and I sank.
still in a love dream-
state to state to state to state
home behind eyelids.
Tickle your toes. . .
Out the window, I thought I saw Emily pale, gawking. a green T-shirt. bouncing firey springs on her head.
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