THE UNMADE BED

Ft my amazing friends kevoura ,NEME and chizzy 🙏🏾 Side of steamship and white smoke, black parts beckoning. As in jump, as in unquiet. Not wasted, save churning over itself. A dream in the midst and a rolling pin. Unmade beds are cantering. Argument of the pillows: kumquat or inquest. An unmade bed unrolls a room, but not really anywhere. Why, says the room. The room cannot bear the bed. And the bed is bothered. Its waves grow small.