Ode to a Bed

How lovely it would be to be a bed.

To know all of someone's secrets

to have them fall asleep doing their homework on you

cry and scream into your pillows,

make forts out of your blankets for late night reading and texting and video games or as a shield against the monsters underneath you or the monsters in their heads,

to rock your frame with their first love (and their second and their third and each one after until their last)

to rest upon you when they are sick

to hold their crumbs and dead skin

to hold their bodies as they rest

to hear them dream,

to hear them rant and say the things they're too afraid to say out loud

to be soaked with their tears and sweat from hot days in July when the AC is broken,

to be covered in laundry that they won't feel like folding for two weeks

to watch as they explore their body and pick their nose

to have your sheets covered in pink from a crappy dye job

to have someone handcuffed to your headboard,

to hear their gas in the middle of the night

to hear their stupid and serious fights

to cradle them as they kiss and touch and make promises they can't keep

to listen to them pray in the dead of night to a silence racked with sobs

to share your space with strangers who later become best friends.

How lovely to never judge or hate.

Only listen, hold, and wait.

© 2017 Rachel Richardson

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emipoemi

Pablo Neruda was famous for writing powerful odes of mundane object....he indeed would have approved of this! I would only suggest some line breaks in Line 5 and have the "monster" concept as a separate line (as it doesn't really have anything to do with the "reading, texting, and video games). Also, in Line 7, the line could end at "each one after" you don't necessarily need the rest of it. This is otherwise amusing, and the rather kinky innuendos are well worded. Absolutely well done! The last couple of lines are simply stellar!