Remaking

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In the mornings you smoothed the sheets.
If I was up early,
I’d watch your ringed hand glide
across the textured quilt.

Once I asked why
you were left to the remaking.

No matter.

you said,

He has other work.

And I  young  (untried)
and privy to  such encounters still,
felt stupid to have asked.

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