• Oh blanket, oh blanket.

    I implore you

    Slip no further.

    And although I know

    The tears that

    you have weathered,

    The horrors that

    you have smothered,

    The ghosts that

    you have blinded,

    The hugs within

    your fibers

    Will always envelop me,

    But, my Quilt,

    Please don't fall—

    It is cold tonight.