SOFT

Posted byJaclynPosted inCreative Nonfiction, Memoir, Poetry, Word poems, WritingTags:, ,

My flannel
wintertime sheets

The petals of
the yellow flowers
on the table

My belly, especially
sitting in an office
all day

Our voices in the
bedroom, floating
above our invisible
bodies

And your thoughts?

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