by max ritvo, from four reincarnations
the bed is on fire, and are you laughing?
you leave the bed
and leave me without thought.
the springs want to embrace each other
but they're afraid if they break
their spiral, they will never
be able to hold anyone.
i wish you would let me know
how difficult it is to love me.
then i would know you love me
beneath all that difficulty.
you are tending not only to me, you tell me,
but to your other child -- the air,
and air puts his feet in my slippers,
and air scrubs his teeth on my brush,
and we must learn to share a bed,
we must learn to share a body.
the money is running out.
we will have to split one needle
this winter -- one end for me,
one end for air.
