Bed Decisions
My bed, I am convinced, is cursing me
as I write this, covers crumpled together like a heartsick lover hugging her knees
muttering, “You never loved me anyhow.”
We weren’t always this way. It wasn’t so long ago I was
cheek-to-cheek with the silken pillowcase of my beloved
the soft mattress close against my skin
footsies with the blankets sending shivers down my spine.
But then came
beep beep beep beep
the sound like gunshots
ripping us apart.
The bed holds me tighter for just a moment
“don’t go, don’t go”
she whispers in my ear as I tear myself away
but it is too late
and I am gone.
I return after class to find her waiting
“Darling” she cries
The covers are open, wide, inviting
me to cuddle up so she can forgive all.
I drop some books on her and leave again.
She is mute, stunned
by the weight of Introductory Macroeconomics: 9th edition
and my betrayal.
