When I moved I brought my blow up bed with me
Two thousand miles through desert and forest, prairie and valley.
When I arrived at my final destination, it came with a bed.
Bigger than anything I’d seen before.
(Well, not exactly,
but so it seemed).
I graduated from the air mattress that I used to call home–
To a massive bed with memory foam.
Blue comforter, blue room.
I scarcely knew what to do.
I clamber into bed each and every night
And just after I turn out the light
I curl on my side, pillow between knees.
Curled up in a ball
on the very edge of my king.