Did he sleep like this --
arms flung open, back arched,
breathing
with his whole body?
Oh my heart, gaudy
with swords.
There's nothing I can spare her.
Outside, helpless and generous,
falling and deepening snow.
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A revision, obviously, of this one. Dunno. On reading the original, my tinkering seems pretty minor. What I'd really like is to put just a little bit in it so it stands alone -- so that you can read it without knowing I have a 3-month-old, and it will still make sense.
