How many minutes did I sit here, thinking?
The lid of the pasta pot, sparkling with condensation.
The duvet, wrapped around your sleeping form.
The blank of darkness, hiding shapes moving through the night.
Cover.
Cover.
Cover.
Cover it up.
Sweep it under the rug.
Go under cover.
Cover the shoebox with dirt, say a prayer, decorate the tiny grave with flowers.
Cover up your feelings with a bright smile.
I’ve got you covered.
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