I want to make
a distinction.
I have these
knit
sheets,
and they’re
woven out
of
the universe,
and they _stretch_
just as wide.
They’re as soft as you
like,
but they have
an
otherness
to them—
like maybe
if you start
to believe in them
they might
suffocate you.
Anyhow,
I don’t use them
for much
except
to try
and keep
undercover.
Then there’s this
quilted
heavy sonuvabitch
and it sits
on its haunches
as.
.ke.
w.
like your smile,
and that’s the
ocean,
this quilt of
mine;
it has that
weightiness
that even
the universe
can’t compete
with.
And I know,
you will say
well, the
universe
contains the ocean
after all,
but
maybe
I might
take issue
with
that.
It takes a lifetime
to fall in love
and
no
time
at all.