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the (somewhat) eternal life of a blankie
PRIYANSHU SAXENA
Alas!
I am loved
in a violent manner
sometimes
I’m subjected to caresses
was I asked?
I was told.
the mother, she cares
values gentle fabric
the fucklet
excuse him please
chicken gravy slathering
and one-sided love souvenirs
for my brothers and me
surf-dom and rin bars
cravings and crumbs
also
soft dreams
shivers
sweats and one leg
swept off the bed
holes
and elaborate cover-ups
a day comes
when it’s time
i know it and she knows it
the moment almost tender
a chirp, a squeal, a scream
from the ashes of one
rise four
great powers bestowed
and finally
clean floors.
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