Bed Sheet Litany

Bed Sheet Litany

My bed sheets are too short

they leave my deepest

thoughts exposed to the night air.

My bed sheets are purple when

I dream... when I wake they are

always slipping over the

ultraviolet edge of my memory.

My bed sheets welcome strangers

who bring warm gifts or

lightly chilled covered salads.

My bed sheets are like waves---

each trough acts as a

convex lens, each crest,

a telescope set on heaven.

My bed sheets filter the starlight,

letting only the dying bursts

from distant supernovas

attend my twitching eyelids.

I was happy with my bed sheets

until they joined the afghan

and slid out the window onto the

rain gutter and into oblivion.