For John Reeves
To share a bed,
Or to share a bedroom.
Such is the wordplay
Of camaraderie.
Like reverie,
In sleeping,
Or not sleeping,
While doing things in bed together.
Who knows, John,
Besides you, and Talia,
And me,
That you listened from the other room?
I wonder,
How many other rooms
Have there been,
How many beds unshared?
Why did you not enter that room,
Comrade?
What other ugliness
Will you not speak?
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