I pulled the shawl
Over my ears,
Nestled my babies
In the corner of the drawer
There were no knotholes in the laminate
If I heard a noise outside the dresser
I smiled and placed it somewhere in my dreams
Or laid my dreams over my babies
Like a receiving blanket

When the drawer grew too crowded
We stepped out, poking our toes into the water
That broke and bit the sand
From a distance, I looked back
To see the dresser
Perched in the waves
Like a blind lighthouse

It was I who struck a match
To send its smoke into the sky
And I who lay back in the blue sea foam
Watching twenty years dwindle to ash.

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