BED

Hair swept

up and

back in a

dizzying cloud,

breasts newly freed,

now swinging
limply 

apart overhead, and—

what happens next, 

you'll use

as a weapon 

against the frittering flat
remainder

of your life. 

*

Fact is—
no time
was really
the first time
you dreamed this.

And

the last time 

you do, 

it'll only be important to you 

that you did—and now 

you don't, and soon

you won't, 

but still 

you'll love to lie 

back and reenact the act

of knowing 

that you knew how to
imagine it

from time to time, when the 

mood strikes.