Fall 1998-- NCX

MY CELL

Me and my cell
know each other well.
You see all that I do
and I know every inch of you.
You watch while I sleep
and listen while I weep.
You are closer than a friend-
we're together till the end.
I can't call you my "room"-
you're my oversize "tomb."

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