331 – Presently Absent

Presently Absent

I imagine you

star-fishing
in our bed

alone

spread out
to take up

as much space
as possible.

Claim the sheets

shoo
their empty
shirring

I too am
reaching

every dark corner
of this hotel
bed.

It’s fun

for only so long.

Sleep well.

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