I SCRAPED MY FINGER TODAY

FOLDING FRESH COTTON INTO RUSTED BEDSPRINGS

AND I REMEMBERED THAT MOMENT BEFORE I SETTLED

WHEN FLANNEL FLOATED JUST ABOVE THE MATTRESS

WHAT LIGHT BREATH HELD IT THERE ?

I WOULD HAVE TUCKED MY FACE IN ITS WHISPER

( Catnapping's poet-comment when she dropped by )