Some Beds We Can’t Sleep In

i need a bed

a mattress of stone

it doesn’t matter

rocks for pillows

i just want to be in

my grandma’s home

i have a lover

he needs a bed

a mattress of hay

he won’t mind

a grassy hill for a pillow

i just want him beside me

i have a family

we live in houses

we enter doors

dart through hallways

spill water in the kitchen floor

we clean up messes

fold clothes

we sit on porches and smoke

the earth is our ashtray

we have beds

but some beds we cannot sleep in

there are some places

we can’t rest our head

there are some cities

we can’t rest our bodies

some states we can’t

rest our hands on another’s back

some beds we cannot sleep in

some doors we can’t walk through

we are lost in hallways

messes are cleaned with words

folded in ancient tongues

we choke on smoke

we are ashtrays

i have a family

we have beds

but some beds

we cannot sleep in

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