Nap
I have to get away.
Not for long.
But I have to get away
Or I will walk into a truck
just by accident
Or say things I mean
or try to button my zipper
I need to lie down
to have my fingers vanish from me
and, as they do,
erase my brow
my sides
some name
I had.
A field opens up,
leads away, wind stirred, in all directions.
This, at last, is me.
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