Almost Fixed - poem 3 (Full circle)
You went back together easily.
You startle me.
The parts clicked and fastened
With no effort from me.
On go the sheets
And the coffee-stained mattress.
You stand there not what you were
But what I am now.
The support glued well.
I tested it a few times tentatively.
Then with more force, more often and doubling the weight.
You fit well on my back.
There but only gently.
I can wrap myself in you sometimes
And others I find another.
A new frame is coming.
Then a new mattress
And new covers.
I won’t recognise you soon
But don’t know where to throw you.
But thank you anyway.
You aren’t a mistake, my bed
I just have to learn to get up.