the bed is hungry
it swallows my numb face
my face is hungry
passing it on
the pillars of my eyes
ration sleep
a fluorescent line behind the cornea
a small irreverent darkness
remember
it inched away long ago
down in the dirty weeds
hang on just a sec
it takes a while to be brought back
the bed is ravenous
now its cavernous
form engulfs me wholly the bed
has digested me i am
bones in the mattress springs
sinew in the wooden frame
dust in the fabric
almost ghostly the bed
whispers to me while i sleep
once you were a child
once you were a child
once you were a child
but not for long enough