Delivery
If you don’t like your sleep you can change the channel you can assign it a number drip wine into the cracks weight it with tablets an old bed grows heavy with irretrievable thoughts topographies of salt it bows when lifted the men next door slide a new mattress out like a file of blank paper the truck is royal blue with one door closed it reads best sleep world without naming the cost I bought a queen bed at an estate sale once where people ants at a picnic streamed out of the house with the belongings of a young woman who had a good job I chose a skirt and blazer from her closet she might have died her shoes were for sale and Windex nice luggage but there was no sadness attached to anything that I could feel sensitive as I am I’ve kept the bed for years a public park now in the spare country of dreams where sometimes I go to change the way I relate to my lower back or maybe my life