the head/the bed

the head/the bed

with curious mind

from all directions,

come.

run words all over my hair.

fly wet and clean and

come again.

this is a brain i've been tossing

around in, cornfields, staccato breaths,

endless rainfalls.

mine. this is sweat

and sheets, heavy thought.

memory vacuums the back

rooms while choice sweeps

the hallways and here,

my bedroom.

dirty laundry, dog-eared books,

stacks of music, be careful,

proceed. the message was mailed

on water, you've been divined,

invited. here is this hand,

a tall glass, this frame

of work, the set of my next
play.

take it, turn it over, the curtains 

empty and fill.  the stage,

this ample bed. flip

all the pillows.

this chest, this
close glow.  that applause,
that caught-off-guard
laugh, this holy hush.

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