Austin Allen is currently completing his MFA in the Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars program. His poetry is forthcoming in The New Guard, The New York Quarterly, and other publications. He lives in Baltimore.
You joined me, last night, in the bargaining bed,
in the deep reasonableness of dreams,
and much of what could be said (it should be said)
was not, but midnight saw the major themes
touched on, at least — as family and friends meanwhile
slipped through the door, and sat by us, and peered
with excellent bedside manner and small smile,
then rose and crept out; finally the room cleared —
and there were strange adjustments: head to foot
we lay, then back to back, then face to face.
Shifting and shifting. Till the stars were moot,
and a sense reached of things proceeding apace.