every bed more /narrow

by theuglyearring

Delacroix Unmade Bed

after he died
what really happened is
she watched the days
bundle into thousands,
watched every act become
the history of others,
every bed more
narrow,
but even as the eyes of lovers
strained toward the milky young
she walked away
from the hole in the ground
deciding to live.       and she lived.

image: Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863)

poem: she lived by lucille clifton.

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