It’s not the bed that’s a boat

It’s not the bed that’s a boat

but sleep. On a rumple of waves, two           loosed canoes.

Soon I’ll find you
in your wooden ribs.

I’ll tie a rope. I’ll climb on.

-Corinna McClanahan Schroeder in Cellpoems

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