Uncollected love letter (bed)
So i get near the end of The Odyssey where Penelope recognizes Odysseus because he knows the
story of their bed how he built it how she could never take it apart and move it even if she says it’s
gone it’s not gone the bed is still there after two decades our bed is warm and i can hear you
breathing on the other side some nights i wake up sweating i am a breast man an ass man a thigh
man but also a ghost pressing its face into your hair a ghost that eats other ghosts to gain their worry
panicked until your legs wrap around my soft middle and whatever light i have left i give to you
Justin Lacour lives in New Orleans with his wife and three children and edits Trampoline: A Journal of Poetry. His first full-length collection, A Season in Heck and Other Poems, is forthcoming from Fernwood Press.