Poem #37 (10 of spades) was released in the TV cabinet drawer at the cottage we stayed in in Apollo Bay, Beeches by the Sea. (Very nice, btw).
You had an elaborate system that
you thought would keep us out of bed.
Unhilariously, I already slept
on the couch every night.
The slightly too short was propped
up with cushions for my feet.
I could place every pinprick light
in that room: tv, stereo, computer.
The heavy door lay fat in the frame
and I clenched my body to win fatter.
There was morning, at least once
but I was frowning at fingernails.