TWIN-TOP, FULL-BOTTOM, METAL FRAME BUNK BED

You’re lost in the ceiling.

I’m staring through the walls.

Why did you answer

My midnight call,

If we’re just gonna lie here,

Saying nothing at all?

I can see your blanket dangling over the edge

Of your twin-top, full-bottom, metal frame bunk bed.

You said you mostly stay alone,

Snapping photos with your phone

Of the pets you keep to crowd the house

To drown out the loud shouts that echo in your brain

Of every boy and girl you’ve cared about

Who left you all the same.

That’s why I’m at the bottom, patiently

Waiting, where your cats would usually be.

On your twin-top, full-bottom, metal frame bunk bed.

We both manage to speak

As the bed begins to creak

And I wish that just this once, you’ll be let down.

So you’ll drop your phone

And fall right through

The iron rungs supporting you

And land with me, so I can be

The only one who’s holding you.

The dream we dream,

Never coming true.

I want to feel your body move,

And kiss your free hand, too.

Trembling fingers tracing the sinking grooves

Of your twin-top, full-bottom, metal frame bunk bed.

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