Kit Kelen - #66 - memory foam

memory foam

(plan for a collaborative novel)

the hotel bed remembers what happened

the pillow knows what was said

thoughts stay with the pillow slip

intimate feelings are deep in the sheet

they're washed after every guest

so as not to get into the head of the next

but there's still something of every one left

some things won't ever wash out

a doona is deep with its warmth of feeling

what the hotel bed knows, will it tell?

perhaps the frame is shaken

or springs stand up like comedy

proclaim

it happened here!

it will happen again!

but never twice the same

the place is the story

and for you to tell

a bed is all impressions –

the one with the ring in the nose

dug in here

or a tattoo rubbed off

here's where lip hurt

or a genital tug

the gouty toe poked out

a bunion

an arse itch

here's the dream

of the girl in the shop

her big night here

or the well heeled brought low

night of the fight

and the shuddering teddy

long gone

turn over

turn over

and turn again

better get up

for the loo

or else later

and what does soap say?

the sheets are never really washed

blanket and pillow and sheet and slip

like those animals who'll only speak

when the adults are gone

what stories do they tell?

                             (anonymous graffito in Granada, Andalucia)