No One Thing Deserves This Much Warmth
by Francine DuBois

what i love about the hospital
is the way the nurses steal
those blankets out of the ovens
and lay it on you, letting the steam
soak through your aching pores,
tucking you into the warmest place
you've been since the womb.

(warmth is different than mere heat,
you know this. death valley is no cocoon,
and the sahara, i think, no nest.)

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