A Man In My Bed Like Cookie Crumbs

I’ve shook free you

From the sheets roughly.

Reluctant fingers gliding

Against leftovers, air-dried

From the lingering scent of you,

Only to leave me to

Smooth corners, straighten wrinkles

Made earlier, I’ve made the

Mattress naked before

Blessing of clean linens.

All morning, I’ve dusted off,

Vacuum-sucked away you-crumbs.

Said my prayers, mumbling verses of repentance

And now I can breathe easy,

Lazy, free to relax.

Time is mine

Dust and filth passed on.

Bed alive.

Happy alone again

Amen.

Tanette

2007