BED MAKING AFTER THE ER | robert-carr-poetry

Bed Making After the ER

if I hold this threadbare sheet
just right
let hot breeze
blow through my open window
and become noon light
I can almost feel the red
locker room

snap
of a twisted towel
on my hock
almost see the nude
boy shock
I cast

if I tuck hospital corners
tight
I can almost believe
there really is no wrinkle
no stain on the cover
my hand
we all fold into cotton