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 A blanket is a python, coiled at the foot of the bed by day
Swallowing you by night
Dreams are the stomach you manage each night to escape
When you rise in the morning, the python's so hungry
It's nothing but skin
A blanket is a lover, sick with rage when you leave
It hunches up like a tombstone
But when you coax it at night, it hugs you back
Snores are your sweet talk, lulling it to sleep
A blanket is a hive and you're a bee
Back from gathering pollen
You spit out sweet dreams
Dreams poets like to eat in secret
A blanket is gossip, following you all your life
All night you wrestle against it
Waiting for daylight

Translated by Margaret Ross

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Author:Huang Fan
Publication:Chicago Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Jun 22, 2019
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