Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Small Fingers

We are under the covers watching the rain pour down.The backyard is lit in green light, darkness tops the trees. The light is yellow now. It is the afternoon in the middle of the week. I imagine people in their cars speeding down the highway, people working in tall office buildings paneled in clear glass. I move my feet around under the sheet, feeling the cool cloth against my skin. Books are piled up at the end of the bed. We watch the rain. Claire pushes down on my eyelids, pressing them shut with her small fingers. Close your eyes, Mama.Take a nap.

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