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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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