Taut and brisk
As I was shown
I pull the sheet under
Dream for a
Moment
Will they notice
Appreciate
My hospital corner
And wonder who created it?
All the beds
Are out
Like Orphans
I could tuck
Them in
Switch out
The light
Listen to the whispers
Till they ….
But they are
Not orphans
And I am
No governess
Kindly or
Otherwise
I push the
Bed against
The wall
With my knee
And feel again
My efficiency.
The room is as they requested it
But executed by me.
So-me. So me.
Sharp lines
Crease fold
Crisp
Smooth
Cool
‘Leave a space for us to fill’
Was their only request
With what?
Balloons
Oiled wrestlers
Bunnies
Alcohol
A vomitarium
I look at the carpet
And express my sympathies.
It is not for me
To consider
Until tomorrow.
I go to the
Middle bed
Run my hands
Over the nylon sash
Laying in wait
For the incoming queen
The Bride-to-Be
And tuck a condom beneath its folds.
Stefanie Moore 