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                                              oh my little baby
                did some yoga and hurt my shoulder
                                went into shock and apologised
                                for wasting so much of

                                              our life

                                              I didn’t know
                                what to do couldn’t move (she has all the practical
                                              even when knot needed)
                                              but then she cried

                and it didn’t matter anymore I put my hand on her chest
                                              and breathed steady
                                without telling her to calm down

                                              she looked at me
                                              for the first time in days
                                and then she didn’t need the blanket





being & looking wormhole: ‘like a piece of ice on a hot stove / the poem must ride on its own melting’
breathing wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
C wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
holiday wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
life & love wormhole: letters to mum II – family // like a grate