Poetry Report: For Egypt
“the folds of blankets
and clothes twisted around torsos
like licorice ropes”
May peace come to this beautiful country soon.
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The Price of Peace
In preschool, they forced us to take naps.
We would lie on the floor together
a trained squad of squirmers,
limb next to limb, foot over foot,
the folds of blankets
and clothes twisted around torsos
like licorice ropes.
No one had to tie our hands
or feet with bows of gauze
to keep us from touching.
Somehow we slept,
and some of us slept the best
of our whole lives,
trusting our caretakers
completely.
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