So you go to sleep, right?
And you’re all tangled up and cozy and romantic together.
And the stars are twinkly and the dark dark night is lulling
you off to sweet sweet slumber.
But for your neck to bend that way all night is like,
basically impossible.
I mean it’s cute for your head to be on their shoulder but…
You’d wake up dead the next day, so let’s just not.
And your body knows that so while you’re unconscious it
thankfully moves you.
To the other side of the bed.
And your skin gets all oily
And the muscles in your face get relaxed and wonky.
And the food in your stomach rots and your breath starts to
stink.
Honestly, thank the deities you’re on the other side of the
bed.
For we are human beings
Bags of flesh and bones, bloody and living organic matter
Which is both surprising us, changing us and manipulating us
each instant.
And when you come and find me every morning
Wherever I may have rolled off to on your bed
You acknowledge my human.
You tangle me up.
You cozy me.
…while the light light is whispering at me to wake.
