Upon My Second Pillow
I discovered last night
that I have been sharing my bed
with a centipede.
When the lights go dim,
he crawls upon my second pillow
resting his laggard legs
(after a day of dodging dust bunnies
beneath my boxspring)
I haven’t the heart
to ask him to find a new flat.
For if I were a centipede,
I would find it terribly tedious
to pull up my one hundred socks
and take on the day.
