Middle

The truth is lying on the bed sheet

covered by the duvet

It is hugging her back touching the vertebrae

 

He lets out a sigh

she flicks her big toe against the next toe –

hard so that the bed vibrates

which means – has come to mean over fifteen years –

that she can’t sleep – won’t sleep until they are

closer to the part of the sheet covered by the duvet where

they will try not to forget each other.

 

She touches the truth

when he gets up for water –

it doesn’t shudder – stays there straighter, stiffer

 

Now he hugs his own body

holding the parts he believes –

no he knows make him male and stronger

and she feels the bed’s sharpness,

jerks with a chest –

just enough so he thinks she is sobbing and

the truth is still lying on the bed sheet covered by the duvet where

they will try not to forget each other.