Sam sleeps next to me, on the couch
squishing his face with his hand,
his breaths, chalky puffs
the accordion of his belly slow
He surrenders to the skies,
on his back, palms facing up
hand to temple,
we must do this right.
A toe twitches to this encompassing
rhythm of purring fridges,
pencil yawns.
His hand falls! Caught on pajamas,
a peace sign forms.
two fingers, facing down.
Cody + Nick
14 years ago
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