Napping

We fell into a nap together my child and I

his arm draped across my neck its wonderful heat

flaming, so much more than a chinchilla stole,

more than the fuzziest cashmere scarf or

favorite well-washed turtleneck, his arm

across my neck insurance that I won’t get up

and leave him napping all alone, a guarantee

that after his eyelids close heavily and he

can no longer guard over my actions

we will still be together.

(Appeared in UMSL LitMag, 1998)

3 thoughts on “Napping

  1. Okay, so send this to Mamazine or Literary Mama, a cool magazine in your hand, if they are still in print and not just ezine. I love the ‘feel’ of this.

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