quilted
raze
this
thick
blanket
of
well
-worn
white
does
little
to
comfort
me
when
it
spends
so
many
of
its
working
hours
bunched
up
on
the
floor
.
even_now
,
i
can
feel
it
curving
away
from
me
,
a
sentient serape
with
no
desire
to
be
defined
by
the
life
it
was
born
into
.
250529
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from