he’d collected slights and defeats
like buttons or toys or stamps
and he’d made a blanket of them

the wrap was right and real
to walk about without it
was to go about naked

he couldn’t tell when he’d started
or why or how it happened
his mantle might have made itself

and now he couldn’t say
where the blanket ended
and where he began

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