making more of it in hindsight, but

your strong fingers

deftly aligning your top sheet to its duvet

flag-cracking them into position

tirelessly gardening your pillow into shape

 

i sleep like a cancer

vitality without order

limbs metastasizing across the mattress

 

no wonder i could not rest in your bed

no wonder you seethed in my cuddles

 

and maybe it's more than just fingers and limbs.

maybe you wanted order because you were losing your trust in me.

maybe i was restless because you had trapped me.