Monday, April 17, 2023


In deep tunnels 
of piled comforter 
she would burrow at night 

and sigh—as if 
all of the love 
which had ever existed 

could abide its 
tacit prison 

and would continue to live 
where the greatest 
heat was. 

Now, when I'm 
oftentimes chilled
and alone 

as I slip 
between considerably 
thinner sheets, I think

maybe her misapplied 
instinct was right:
maybe it could—

and maybe 
it does.