a black wool blanket over down and feathers
each pillow fluffed and placed at angles
the walls I think are white
yes white and the blanket black
there is grey too and silver
books and bits of jewelry
at night I create a nest of feathers and wool
sink in and stretch out
no order except comfort
but when the morning comes
I make the bed
lovingly
repeating
my discipline
my spirituality
my imperfection
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