I fell asleep in your lap, in your hands, on your knee.
You folded me like paper, like napkins, like cutlery.
You wiped me down on bread, lifted me to your lips,
Then placed me back carefully
As if to say,
Thank-you.
As if to say,
I’m done.
Glimpses of Life in the East Village
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