Deborah Blakely 

 

     

 

     

Recalcitrant Bed 

 

 

Pillow like a scent.

 

                        Desire this, and your life--oh             

                                                the twice-used thrill of it.

 

Be full for skin,

                        persuasion, and yes.

 

 

            It’s like any other Tuesday

eager and salty

 

                                                            And the mouth, the mouth,

opens with never.

 

 

                        If discovery is sin,

                                                            is water,

 

dissolving into the same river, and toxic,

 

                        where do I rest my liquid head?

 

 

Pillow like a stone

 

                        like heartache                it’s feathered in fire

 

and everywhere I go

 

                                    is lavender and ash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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