- Vol. 02
- Chapter 12
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Image by Molly Baber
Slats of Light
Here is the place I sit
smelling of age and wondering
what I should pick up first
The movers are outside
to take me away, but I left
a long time ago, and just
remained here
Grandmother made me
this fringed blanket and I
watched it fray over the years
along with my mind
When they open the door, I
will escape down the stairs
I know better than they do,
and I will join this light that
Invades my small resting place.