the bed was a blues lyric, by Patricia Smith

the bed could claim no owner,
no mother, lover or confidant, when it made music
in the clutches of a night it sounded like a left turn
on a flat tire, it sounded
like a pointer finger caught in a crevice, it sounded
 
like that.

-the bed was a blues lyric, by Patricia Smith on the Gulf Coast Literary Journal website.
 
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