Worlds
A
bright spring day, a loved one ill,
Fresh
greening air, her curtains drawn.
Putting
on weight with these midnight snacks
While
she can’t keep down ginger ale.
Worlds
so myriad, unparalleled—
Yet
touching, crossing, inter-dwelt. 
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