Monday, March 2, 2026

bed you made

 in fact,

you didn't make it up.

you left it a mess. 

and I have a feeling

that when you return home

you'll jump back into it 

the way you left it. 

the least you could do

 is leave me 

the cool side of the pillow.

I'll roll out of  bed

when it's time 

to wake up.


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