The air in this room is heavier at night,
it inflates my lungs like water balloons.
I think about what loneliness is,
learning that I'm the only breathing body here.
A twin sized bed is plenty of room for me;
I can't sleep in a crowded blanket
pushing two sets of shoulders together,
like a suitcase slipping overstuffed clothes
through gaping zipper teeth.
I only have one chair in here,
barley enough comfort for one.
But this room needs another life,
two more lungs to share the air.
There won't be enough seating,
or a place for your clothes.
But I won't mind stretching this blanket
to cover four shoulders.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
The air in this room is heavier at night,
it inflates my lungs like water balloons.
I think about what loneliness is,
learning that I'm the only breathing body here.
A twin sized bed is plenty of room for me;
I can't sleep in a crowded blanket
pushing two sets of shoulders together,
like a suitcase slipping overstuffed clothes
through gaping zipper teeth.
I only have one chair in here,
barley enough comfort for one.
But this room needs another life,
two more lungs to share the air.
There won't be enough seating,
or a place for your clothes.
But I won't mind stretching this blanket
to cover four shoulders.
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