Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Ode to my red-sheeted bed at 1 a.m.

My mosquito net watches over me
Tucked into the foam mattress
Catching my cell phone alarm clock
When I accidentally push it off

Sheets clinging to me
Out of love? Out of heat?

I roll to the same spot out of habit and gravity
The imprint of my body in the mattress
My bed does not want to forget me
When I leave it

3 Comments:

Blogger Mom said...

LOVED the poem -- you are so...poetic! When your dad said you had a post called 'ode to my red sheets', I assumed that your maid washed them and they were no longer red. Glad I was wrong.

7:21 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

I agree with your mom.

5:46 PM  
Blogger TheMalau said...

This is so cute, and so funny, and so poetic, all at the same time!

11:53 AM  

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