Resting

In these blankets

I have

too many feet

in these blankets I

have too much

tenure in

these blankets

I

have ten sickle shaped

fingers clutching

one

hammer shape

penis in

these blankets I

have no one

in

these sheets I have

a heat in

in these blankets I

sleep and then

don't sleep

in these

blankets I have

sweats for some

teenage virgin in

these blankets I

lied to Universe

herself in

these sheets I stir

in

these blankets a

cloud came

in these

blankets I

monologued a

new testament in

these blankets I sobbed

the old one in

these sheets beneath

pleated skirt safety my

mother died in

these blankets I

discarded virginity in

these

blankets wars were

fought in

these blankets I

never return