Bookshelf and Futon by Winston Hearn
All I wanted was once on this mattress
In it, I submit my shoulders to relaxation
Forcing myself, to suppress thoughts
Sleep, Sleep, is all I have ever needed
And yet,
Glare plasters its wicked culture onto the eyes
Burying the truth of my life
Forgotten passions now – and – unwatered plants
In foam, I contemplate the choices made
And wonder if they can be remade
Like a dream, in the morning, I too am lost
As I routinely re-purpose the mattress back to a couch.
Her Two Cents
Sleepy choices made from the luxurious comfort of bed. Restless choices induced by a night of sleeplessness. Sobering choices made while uncomfortably seated on a couch. Funny how one simple piece of furniture can become a complex character in our lives.
