Thank goodness you found me -
dehydrated, flat, suffering
from a homesickness,
I didn't realize was for you.
I slipped from the page into your lap,
delicate, winter-faded.
You kissed the sleep from my eyes,
unpressed papery petals
with elsewhere hands,
watched me bloom.
tk, from my second chapbook "Unpressed"
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