i wanna be the blanket draped around your huddled shoulders
and the pillow propping up your weary head.
i wanna be the cushions of the couch you rest on:
all of the stuffing, the fabric, and connecting thread.
i wanna be the lines and shades leaping off the screen
you watch, and the sounds that surround you and your breath.
as you dream, I want to be your unclean imaginings
and the recurring images of greater depth.
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