Atlas.
I am neither an island,
nor a body of water.
***
These blankets are ocean sized
folded and creased,
they tidal wave to the bones
beneath them
bones and
skin and
tissue
tectonic movement
Sheets wrap my forearms
subducted,
down and
under and
around
my body
I wake up, with half of them
shoved off into the corner, thinking
How the world moves.
Yeah.
How the world moves.
