I pulled skeins of quiet off the wall,

strung it between your ears, cupped it in my hands, made wool socks to pad around the house. Silence is our blanket at night, we wedge it between the stars and in our ears, we wake very silently to one another miming the birds and sun, our mouths  moving but no light, no sound.


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