Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Box Springs

Can I build a metaphor for box springs?
You lay it on the frame to receive
the burden of comfort,
mattress your master lays upon,
pillow talks with.

The grunt beneath speaks with
dust bunnies, asks the child’s monsters
be reasonable, covets
the forgotten, lost troves
daily unwitnessed, tucked away
until the dread loneliness of cleaning day
and a mattress flip.

The dark and lonely domain is an underworld
of under-appreciated castoffs from Eden
by a cruel god who
will hear no complaining
of the strength it takes to hold all
and receive no love
stuck, devoted as each mattress sags,
replaced for one more ample
to get through the long nights.


8.22.21

maybe not

while personified, drawing parallels to personal experience, akin to the doormat