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