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Confession
I wash and wash
your little blue blanket
while my mother rocks you
and you grow hungry
while I wash the blue
blanket and my mother
warms the bottle
and feeds you while I wash
the little blue blanket,
pouring the Ivory liquid
into the warm water
and watching it flow
and dissolve, my hands, too,
dissolving in the water,
and you grow sleepy
while my mother holds you
and when you wake
she rocks you
and when you scream
she holds you
while I wash and wash
the blue blanket because
the little blue blanket
never seems to come clean. 
Confession
Snow
Tunnel of Green