Art and shiny things…
It’s not the bed that’s a boat
but sleep. On a rumple of waves, two loosed canoes.
Soon I’ll find you
in your wooden ribs.
I’ll tie a rope. I’ll climb on.
-Corinna McClanahan Schroeder in Cellpoems
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