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Bedtime Story ~Wanda Coleman

posted Aug 21, 2009, 11:32 PM by Thomasina Cruz   [ updated Sep 1, 2010, 7:23 AM ]

bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room
trying to ignore them 
 

in the morning, especially Sunday mornings 
it will not let me up. you must sleep longer, it says 

facing south 
the bed makes me lay heavenward on my back 
while i prefer a westerly fetal position 
facing the wall 

the bed sucks me sideways into it when i
sit down on it to put on my shoes. this
persistence on its part forces me to dress in
the bathroom where things are less subversive

the bed lumps up in anger springs popping out to
scratch my dusky thighs

my little office sits in the alcove adjacent to
the bed. it makes strange little sighs
which distract me from my work
sadistically i pull back the covers
put my typewriter on the sheet and turn it on

the bed complains that i’m difficult duty
its slats are collapsing. it bitches when i
blanket it with books and papers. it tells me
it’s made for blood and bone

lately spiders ants and roaches
have invaded it searching for food

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