Earth and existence fenced by headboard
and footboard
Queenly
yet contained
she sprawls
soft sheets carving grooves like sequoia
lifelines
A web
her breast marked by sleep
Printed
Dampened cloth like quitting, manifest
clings to her back
in veiled despair
A chrysalis
Stuck between self care and self hate
hips in horizontal sway
with her left hand
Running down her cheek that salty stream
brims with god knows what
just in time
She had almost forgotten how to feel
And so came to anticipate
these Sunday blues.
by Clementine Yost ©
