One day when you’re not busy,
look closely at flannel pajamas,
raise the cloth to your face—
flannel—a landscape, cotton wisps
that buffer your skin from the world,
infinite soft threads, cushion upon cushion,
layers of springy foam you can fall on,
leap from a bunk bed and alight
on an ocean of flannel
that swallows you whole,
the fuzzy fabric of flannel
like the fuzzy thoughts that border
the edge of your dreams,
that softness inside,
the flannel of mind.


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