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Cleave poem for sleeping arrangements

body in the shape of the number five

he sleeps on one side

and in the crook of his knees, the marmalade cat

pinched up like fingers gathering snuff

a stubborn contortion of roundness

the sure and mechanical warmth

a french horn swaddled in an electric blanket

the sun-meets-horizon routine

paperweight and paper, 'til one wakes

begging to be fed

NOTE: The cleave poem contains three texts: the left column, the right, and the entire piece read top-to-bottom, left-to-right (i.e. the two columns interwoven.)

It requires special layout, which I think is a bit undemocratic, but I have approximated the form as best I can using Blogger's UI.