A Mi Cama

I make and unmake my bed
dusting off pieces of dreams in flames
betraying shadows of love
hide their face

A white sheet falls
to the ground like snow
falls on the mountain
and I realize
your soft hands

Square Tower of Babel
like Penelope weaves anxiously
disentangling my nakedness
intimidated

My bed knows
everything I am and can be
and they don't let me
my bed bleeds
every cut that scares me away
and at night
cradles and sings to me

I open a door of gauze
I give her my body
she hugs me
and I keep my fists until tomorrow
under the pillow

She is my necessary mother
imitation of a grave
guardian bitch
while she whispers her lullaby
sharpens her claws

I make and unmake my bed
I separate the wheat from the chaff
and on a path of nothing
I return home