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They beam summer red
dribbling on her mini thigh
while the nurse checks her labs.
He is her comforter
a teddy bear when the catheter comes.
Tiny text. Fair font.
A spray of sea.
A wash of greenery.
His mouth opens crazy
eyes bulging
to make her shriek
with gladness
Outside each frame
I sit rigid behind the lens
frayed
frazzled
grateful that my miniature joy monster and I
are never alone.
Miniature Moon 