Joy Katz

United States / New Jersey

The Unmade Bed.

Side of steamship and white smoke, black parts beckoning.
As in jump, as in unquiet. Not wasted, save churning over itself.
A dream in the midst and a rolling pin.
Unmade beds are cantering.
Argument of the pillows: kumquat or inquest.
An unmade bed unrolls a room, but not really anywhere.
Why, says the room. The room cannot bear the bed.
And the bed is bothered. Its waves grow small.
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