The Disaster Cover

Sept 11, 2001

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 of your world crumble on top of me.
We’ll both fe…