The Disaster Cover

Sept 11, 2001 - Poem

© SBright, the Western Sunset the night of 9.11

This is my blanket
My daughter called it a blankie when she was a baby
Now I feel babyish and call it the same
You can get underneath my blankie, like so—
Or I can embrace you with it—
You’ll feel warmer
You’ll feel babyish
You’ll fall on top of me like an exhausted lover, under my cover, and
I’ll feel the weight o…