The fitted sheet is still inside out from when you helped me

make the bed


Next month when the sheets are dirty, I will call you


Would you let me call you


To undress me and dress me up again

To look at me with the tags and seams



Your eyes are green and full

They are wet marshes when you look

at me


I would build a cabin at the edge and watch it flood


Would you let me


Watch you pick through your scalp

like a cheeky monkey


Can I call you that


I would lay you down on my bed and eat the bugs out of

your hair


I would like to be able to call you

to be turned inside out