"We hide behind sheets of words and sometimes find comfort on wearing them proudly. I have unbowed my bloody head with the things I have killed and revered what I have immortalized. I will continue to shield, maim, murder, pine, ponder and slave over the very words that force itself out of my body but leave its hand clutched on my still beating heart."

-Darrel Pobre

Monday, June 17, 2013

Embedded


the tear on the bed sheet corner
is starting to show
tucking the king size duvet on a queen
seemed like a practical idea back then

it didn't matter that the pillows
were randomly on a tug-of-war
beneath our heads
or the lumps of folded linen
were stealing sleeps in bundles

every time the wall against the bed frame slacks
the comforter vomits itself on the wooden floor
the room has to shift uncomfortably
to restore some form of tension 
to keep things from falling off

it made sense to just gather the dust skirts
enough to keep the stuff hidden beneath the bed
for who knows what else has blamed gravity
for the things we knock off from our dreams
or things we pretend to accidentally push off in our waking

June 18, 2013
2:06 PM

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