April 15: I Hate An Unmade Bed

by allisonkujiraoka

I hate an unmade bed

It speaks of morning rush

and sloppiness and laziness

and belief in fairy housemaids.

Coming home to find one

in the evening is deflating.

The crumpled mass of futon

favoring this or that side

The quilt skirting the floor

inviting dust in a half-slide

Blankets folded underneath

with devilish skill they hide

The fitted sheet’s elastic

at the corners stretched wide.

The room needs clean lines,

and so do I.

Linens pulled tight

and tucked in right

waiting to be turned down

and settled in for the night.