Bed Sheets

The sheets were white

when your mother bought them.

I wasn’t there,

but I’ve been told.

.

The sheets were dirty

when they swallowed me up.

Endless jaws opening and closing:

Mechanical loop.

.

The sheets were red

when they spat me back up,

Blind and

Broken

.

The sheets were stained with me

(How much bleach did you mother use?)

and never white again.

.

You wipe the corners of your mouth on me,

and hang me out to dry.

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