Moth Breath

To fall asleep
in the wooden drawer
under your bed
would take a good deal of skill
(never mind the rosy socks)

Both that of a contortionist and a cat
(maybe not so hairy).

But perhaps
hearing you mutter in your sleep, or hum maybe,
to feel you flail above me and roll over,
to know you’re just there.
That’s better.

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