i get a moment of rest after—
fitted sheet in hand
stretched across
irregular, acceptable
the flat sheet layered, hiding
beneath the duvet so that

i can rest easy after— 
days here and beyond
stretched further and further
overlapping with others
thousands of paper sheets
flutter down and miraculously
find their home 
on the way down, stacked

on top of me and you—
melting into plaster
i stare with fragile attention
the stucco rearranges
into speckled constellation
divining me of future hopes
because i hope for you
on you, a flat sheet

after—