a corner where your things are not disturbed
a rumpled bed, the shape of your body, only yours.
snapshots of your children scattered about
because you love them and they are a part of you,
you carried them, wiped their noses, they will
always be a part of you.
this place that is yours has small chairs
and a childhood blanket on the floor to keep
your feet warm as you work.
I need a place like this, no husband, no dog,
just me and my thoughts,
the impression of me in my bed.
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