where were you when
i took flight?
all up in arms,
unarmed and disarmed,
sailing blind across the bed
(that felt like the sea)?

i took up the whole space,
or at least, i fell so that not a single
other person
could move into —
could claim —
could deprive me of —
what little space was left over.

it felt right
     for some reason i cannot find.
     in rippling covers and groaning springs.

you would have loved it.
the noise, the chaos of it all —
it had your name
all over it.