There is something ominous
deadly
about the waiting bed
covers turned down
pillows resting:
mechanical supports
camouflaged as
tender nursemaids,
like the piers
that support a house
built above ground;
awaiting the building
the body
their promise to hold up
to do the work of resisting gravity
that infernal pull
soft but structural supports
nonetheless.
I stand naked, consider getting in,
lowering my body house onto this
soft support
but I hesitate.
thinking of coffins.