There are bars
of sunlight on my wooden
floor and I slept
for ten hours in my bed
without waking up for
the first time in a very
long time and I am
grinning and my hands
are behind my head
under the pillow
I’m stretched out
on my back like
a hilarious seal
on a beach with
human characteristics
such as sunglasses
and a laid-back attitude
and disdain for
‘needing to do things’
and ‘this beach is good’
the seal thinks
while ‘bed is good’, I think,
‘bed is good’.
I’m not leaving all day
the world can move
on but I won’t,
I’ll grin and relish
comfort, nonchalance
hum while I
think about life
in my bed
roll over and close
my eyes and open
them again, grin again,
listen to some Elliott Smith
think about breakfast
something sweet, pastry
coffee, a lot of it
think about how
much I love my
pillow and arch my back
stretch my toes.
Every morning should be
like this and all love
should be like this,
unspoken understanding
while the day is teething
no love stronger than that
of a person and their bed
on a free morning.
Bed is good
I am good.
Hope you’re
in bed too
as happy
as I am,
feeling good.
