February 6, 2023 Just Jennifer

THE SOUND OF MY BED

My Bedroom

Clothing is shed there.
The sheets are made,
And remade, folded, and
Then re-made.
You know what’s
NOT MADE IN
MY BEDROOM??

Any music! That’s what!

I miss my
muse.

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THE SOUND OF MY BED

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