never again will my hands in insult you
with the curses in my fingers
and the expletives in my nails:
instead i will brush you gently
with love poems from the pads of my fingers
and brush the dust off of you with my palms—
but i promise i won't forget to tuck you in
more gently than i have before:
your cardboard down comforter
and your thin plastic sheets will warm you
to help you heal your owie.
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