awaken in the noonday never far from a
body of water, or concrete, filled in
permanently if by chance, a person,
especially a child, drowns.
Arms outstretched above my dream head
not for the lack of space here, w/
her all curled, her hair tightens
up by the noonday sun,
cactus twitches unnoticeably from time
to time. Here I open my eyes and
arch my body and rest myself
upon my arms, stiff from holding
back the shared wall of the house,
yawp, a statement to the towering,
sun, which like a deity, cares
none -- still burning and when it
expires, I too won't care for it,
having long expired myself, but
not today, today I wake
and am careful not to disturb
the bundled layers of
blankets that nest
my dear beb.
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