protesting behind quavering skin
dull yellow black and blue
from misuse, disuse
needing it but not getting it
because she says you don't.
Shivering
under an eternal array of blankets
too heavy but too thin
as they sill let in
the cold of the summer
air conditioning.
I can't remember
did I fall yesterday?
No, she caught me
cushioned me
lessened the chances of me
hurting what she's worked for.
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