I’ve never seen
my bed before—
the king-
sized world
in the corner.
Pillows sleep
over and along
each other like lions
on the Serengeti.
Elsewhere a patch
of sun illumines
an undulating
rectangle across
the thin white
blanket, like a field
of snow at noon.
The red velvet
throw swirls
like rapids through
another cluster
of pillows, which
are boulders, and the bed
itself is tilted;
it leans
towards something.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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