Beyond Bed & Bath

Like blankets

in the heat of summer,

civilization is something

I want to throw off


and the undersheet

of society too,



but its military corners

trap my thrashing feet inside,

and the towering four-posters menace

. . .

flaunting their flounces

(flounces replaced every April)

and dare me to denude their frame


Sweating and claustrophobic,

I stare at the oversize


(for show)

that escaped to useless piles

on my dresser

–the stain-free social media sham,

which looked better online, frankly–

–the “still good on one side” car cushion

–the bucks in bank bolster that everyone has, and

the does-the-job pillow that looks cushier than it is

. . .

along with the pain-in-the-neck pad that proved

too hard but nope, sorry, no take-backsies,

and wonder why I even keep those pillows anyway

–arranging them daily with painstaking precision

and tossing them far less precisely to the side each evening–

. . .

since I could use the space

. . .

the space that escapes me,

(unadulterated space)

trapped as I am

. . .

by bedclothes.


About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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