When my father was asleep and his wife,
as well as my husband and the half-feral cat, I slipped outside wrapped in a
borrowed blanket to the bare boards of the upper deck wanting
I watched stars arch their back bends; one charmed
me to doze. I awoke as mist filled the granite hollow that holds the angled house
and crept below, eyes widened to catch stray firefly glow.
In the morning, from where I sat at the breakfast table, I saw how
dew formed everywhere but where my warm body had lain.
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