over her shoulders
and rolling onto her right side,
she would easily be sleeping
within seconds--or if not,
in a kind of dreamy
cocoon state--sleep,
delicious sleep,
her grand escape.
If there is a world within the world
it's likely not this blue-green egg
fallen from its nest in the rafters,
cold now--yet without a single
blemish--which we will place
in the china cabinet
next to all the other
could-have-been-perfect worlds.
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