Today's poem is by Landon Godfrey

Interview: Antique Iron Bed

Why don't we call
it music
for discretion's sake—

they move
and then I move.
Yes, same

with the moaning.

Flesh, metal—
my theory:

we're like each other.
Just because I'm
cold doesn't mean

I can't feel.
And when I'm empty,
I'm waiting.

Copyright © 2011 Landon Godfrey All rights reserved
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