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Poems by Sarah Vap
who knows how long this way
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Solar system bedsheets

 
by Sarah Vap

There, behind sunlight,

is the long pressure
of a child's love. Becoming mute

with the child's love. Long influence of stars touched
by the hand wrapped, asleep,

in the newly laundered sheets. Touched 

to widths of butterscotch
stretched. Split-apart as the voices, rain thickening,

against one another forever, if glass. Forever
if resting against one another. Forever

if holding the end of a year like this: the nights 

lengthening. I check:    each child

is alive in his sleep. You are also asleep, love, 

at the end of the yarn

you are weaving around the edge of a pink paper heart
fattening—quieter, now.     Forever, if quieter, now.









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