when I came to bed all
curled up like a child
under the blanket and
when I slipped in be-
side you as quietly as
I could you stirred but
didn't really wake and
stretched out a hand to
cup my face as if you were
holding a bowl or a ball.
James Laughlin, The Collected Poems of James Laughlin (New Directions, 2014)
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