This Morning

My comforter
Curls
On the floor
Like intestines
Spilled
From my bed
It is dehiscing day
Time set aside
To cleave
Strip
And clean
These unstitched 
Fevered dreams
Of infection

-me

Painting: Unmade Bed, by Patricia Larson Green

~ by April on August 16, 2021.

Posted in Body, Death, Identity, Loss, Love, Poetry, Writing
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Leave a comment