Because she does

The bed roll is rectangular, perfect, filled with a mixture of water fowl feathers and synthetic fill. When I remove the soft duvet to wash it, I find each corner has an anchoring point where the duvet has been tied to the downy quilt. A human had to tie each, the reverse operation of what I do, untying each.

In China a woman like me sews and ties

Sews and ties comfort

And I feel fragile

Because she does.

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