Comfort. A poem by Kate Dowling

My husband would like
A less full home.
I surround myself with possessions
From all the many aspects of my life
And take comfort in them,
Like a crocheted blanket on a cold day.

In saying that
When he needed to shave
His long-standing beard for work
So that the surgical masks would fit,
He was glad that I
Could lay my hand on razors
And he could only applaud
The expansive and glorious hoard.

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Kate Dowling has written all her life in some way, shape or form. She is creator and editor of The Failure Baler literary zine. Find her on Twitter at @TheFailureBaler and @WaveAtTheTrain.

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