Lizzy Burnam 🐞

& suddenly 
you’re wrestling (again) 
with the fucking fitted 
bed sheet to tuck 
the corner 
under the fucking 
mattress
so you can make 
your fucking bed 
& lie in it 
& maybe someday 
(soon) die in it
because anger 
is a sorrow so deep 
it wails & once 
the wailing starts
it will never end
so good fucking luck 
ever sleeping 
sound again 
in a wrinkled heap
on a bed 
you didn’t choose
& the edges
exposed