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I dozed in your stomach,
Now you sleep in mine.
My slumber was as restless
As the kids
On flight 682,
But I feel turbulence
As you smile in deep sleep
At parasitic dreams
Pirouetting through.

Zip the

Rusted metal claws

On your faded 

Floral traveling bag

After you’ve filled it

With sepia toned pictures,

Dog-eared newspapers

And frayed, folded quilts.

I’ll grip its cracked handle

And lift the aged weight

If you take me to the train station

Where your adventure began.