every problem ever drowning in blankets, a mattress big as the sea, and life's troubles fading to black? And she thought: all of this is actually happening, the same way 3s fall even if nobody listens.
(The dream opened up like parentheses), an appositive in a short phrase. The girls slept in prisonlike barracks, their body their only valuable posession. The nuns would give them bedclothes and thought that was Catholic good. One night she used the blanket
A hay(na)ku chapbook.