That one’s curved headboard was tubular steel,
foot board as well. If you bounced, you could feel
Metal chain springs giving under your weight.
They got much use. I would go on a date

Bring someone back; not that many, I know,
not quite a slut. Still, as love affairs go,
one in those years can still hammer my heart,
one was just fun. But when true affairs start,

Loves that are serious, last love and best,
that’s when a bed has to be there for rest,
eating your breakfast. For loving as well.
Love outlasts beds. The steel broke. I can tell

This new bed’s sturdy and made out of wood –
won’t last past love – but my life? it just could.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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