The first crying and the last sigh in it
the first moaning and the last erection
between mother’s placenta and family tomb
it is our main interim stop
it checks whether we brushed our teeth before
hugging it
whether our feet are clean or are we
suffocating it
(and we in plaid uniforms for dreaming
lie down lie down lie down)
it knows which side we sleep on when we screw
when we snore
it knows our weight better than a scale
our curves better than our dear
climbed on it we travel around the world
riding it we fuck up the reality
between the first piss and the last bedpan
between the first drool and the last seed
there is Mr. Bed
as long as a lifetime