Thursday, April 2, 2009

For Now

Another night comes and I've still yet to sleep
under the covers
to pull at the sheet
tucked so neatly into the crevice
between
the mattress and boxspring.

The dark-blue fleece throw
unfolded and spread out
atop the comforter--
quilted, patched, and floral--
folded up again
to be placed on an empty trunk
at the foot of this bed
in the morning.

A bed that is not my own
fills some space in a corner
in the basement.
That's where I'll lay for now.

I think I feel the ceiling panels calling,
although I cannot count-to-crack their code
of small holes
in the dark
of this cold room.

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