So well
Moving the doona with the breath of her chest
It
Rises and collapses pauses, then repeats but still remains fascinating
The hand stiffens then twitches then hangs in mid air
Then stops all together, drops onto her neck
And once again she is sleeping well
What a lucky bed
About as lucky as me
Though I don’t have luck with the sleep
So I will watch her for a while
She does it so well
And she can watch this amateur
Give it a go in the morning
Waking himself with words of no bearing
Moving like a fly that got sprayed
Picking
Scratching
Farting
Running for the ice cream at 7.42am in ripped underwear
Like a mad man
Then hitting the bed like a boxer
That weaved for a left instead of a right
But I can never stay down for the count
Even when I know I’ve taken a good beating
***
Nights are more bearable than the days
Maybe that is why the eyes stay open
Then close when the rats start their race
but she is no rat
She has learnt how to rest
And that’s a beautiful thing
I would like to be that beautiful
Maybe death will give me what I envy
So I’ll envy from a distance
Watching my Eve
Move the doona
With the breath of her chest
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