my body is a round stone
resting in the center of a queen bed
this is how it's always been
something to sleep around
the centerpiece of someone else
when the morning arrives
my body has sunk heavy and deep
longing for a river
it is impossible for a round stone
to propel itself from a mattress
without cracking the floorboards
waking the neighbors
it is impossible for a round stone
to paint itself like a party favor
to become a landscape