Monday, March 28, 2011

Drafty

She rushed me into making this bed and now she's pushing me into it. Into string green sheets and cherry wood frames, into memory foam mattresses and too expensive box frames. There is no escaping. They should tell you these things before they staple you into the bandages of duct tape, before they bind you, before you can't move.

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