Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Dedicated to Utthara Nayar

I crawl into bed
Limp, soggy, molten
A sad little foetus looking for a womb

She covers the little creature shivering in the bed
With herself
And says No
I won't let them get you
Not today
Today you sleep
And fight tomorrow
Tonight I watch over you
They won't get past me
Here be dragons

With all my tears and fatigue
I'm so grateful

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