Do not be afraid.
What lives under the bed
does not lurk there to frighten you, but
is caught in its own head-trap
of taxes, bills to pay, addictions unsolved
and chronic lumbago.
How would you feel
if you had to curl all seven foot two
of your earthly body
to fit under a six foot mattress
every night for an entire childhood,
not your own, but another’s,
and jam your excessively large
into such a tiny space?
I bet your back would hurt too,
and you would groan
to chill the blood
and stretch your limbs
out into the dark space of the room
Once in a while.
March 18, 2008