My bed

I dream vague shapes

that frighten or arouse

and wake to my voice

what did I say

what did I say

I sleep with feet uncovered

like my grandmother used to

while my body yearns still

for the comfort of spooning

a hand cupping my breast

my bed seems to shrink

as alone in it

I stretch, diagonal

and learn, night after night

how to take up more

space

 

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