Slipping Under Covers

Never make the bed—
too much time,
too much thinking.
Too much laundry.

Stay there all day.
Stay there all night.

Stay there for the first day of school,
back pack under there too.

Can’t tell—lost.
No graphing calculator. It isn’t backlit.

Night light, maybe.

Stay there.

2/15/2021


PoetryRiley Welch