Bed is the sweetest place
Getting used to the clean
Sweep, and imagined flakes of soap
I put mouth to arm
Where is the smell of my skin
How long have I had this mattress
Must be in a slump to have this thing so
Powder white, pillow-heaped
The dream freight drags me further
Into the sheets
Rumble, mumble, bunnyhop
But squirreling downunder is what kids do
My bed has lilac breath
And lilacs are why May is sweet
How long until July, and squalor
The stink, the reek, the rank
And my hair held like coral in the seabed
I watch the infinity symbol
Freak up the window opposite
It grows, blows out, every night
A Jesus fish swimming
How now to break out of the sweet bed
For that man my age
For a faint whiff of
But I am honeysuckle girl
And it has all already played out
On the lip of this stage
Bruise and caprice
Was it even this bed
Was it ever this bad
