By mEg
Date: 3 December 1999

sheets

you are hiding 
underneath the sheets
(ecru with monogram)
and a down comforter
(blue soft denim)

you whisper my name
the phone crackles with
your breath.... hurried

"I'm sorry, please listen to me...."

I laugh at you

and suddenly you are quiet...
breathing in tiny puffs
like a mouse
trying to shimmy the deadly trap

I smile.... what is this?

Then I hear 'Her' say...
foggy through cotton and
feathers
"what are you doing, Derek?"

"nothing, hon, nothing"

Finally, some honesty between those sheets.