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This pillow

This pillow is soft and fine
but it’s so cold at night
when I move across it
restlessly.

This pillow is soft and fine
but white lacquered walls
not exposed brick anymore
hold it ‘gainst the outside world.

This pillow is soft and fine
but my head used to rest
much easier many blocks south
from a hundred and fifty-sixth street.

This pillow is soft and fine
but it’s just a place to pass the time
and not a happy restful place
as a pillow always should be.

This pillow is soft and fine
but it’s not the pillow next to yours.

 

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Theatre Maker. Performer. Teacher. Student. Poet from way back.

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