In-Dwelling

Riding Hood

“Riding Hood”. Gustave Dore.

How I sleep with
what I do not understand
dwelling just beside me,
as if I can make
friends with the unknown,
undress my inner world
that comes to life
when my eyes are shut.

No hiding from my overriding
furry, animal presence–
as close to outer skin
as the quilting that stretches
and keeps my body warmth
for another day of wakefulness.

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