You laid on the right side of the bed
toward the wall, tightly tucked between
scuffed paint and my bony shoulders.
You drove from St. Louis, a full eight hours
to spend a cheap night's sleep next to me
(if you can even call that sleeping).
We got drunk and peeled off every stitch
of clothing we were wearing.
It was probably our worst idea so far.
I didn't sleep a minute
in this crowded twin sized bed,
made for a single body.
You woke up and kissed me –
my neck, my shoulder, my chest
from the inside of the bed where
maybe you felt safe
between a scuffed wall
and a sharp shoulder bone.
Now I look to the inside, toward the wall,
scuffs like scars, the wear and tear,
and remember the indent your body made:
fetal – curled and slightly sinking, wrapped
in a rumpled, thick flannel blanket
I had kicked my way out of hours before.
But it's all over now. You left
weeks ago with no plans to return.
I knew that, and it's my fault
for looking so defeated now,
a single indent in this twin sized bed.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
You laid on the right side of the bed
toward the wall, tightly tucked between
scuffed paint and my bony shoulders.
You drove from St. Louis, a full eight hours
to spend a cheap night's sleep next to me
(if you can even call that sleeping).
We got drunk and peeled off every stitch
of clothing we were wearing.
It was probably our worst idea so far.
I didn't sleep a minute
in this crowded twin sized bed,
made for a single body.
You woke up and kissed me –
my neck, my shoulder, my chest
from the inside of the bed where
maybe you felt safe
between a scuffed wall
and a sharp shoulder bone.
Now I look to the inside, toward the wall,
scuffs like scars, the wear and tear,
and remember the indent your body made:
fetal – curled and slightly sinking, wrapped
in a rumpled, thick flannel blanket
I had kicked my way out of hours before.
But it's all over now. You left
weeks ago with no plans to return.
I knew that, and it's my fault
for looking so defeated now,
a single indent in this twin sized bed.
Inspiration: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZbY-Bktp1I
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