REPLACING MY WINTER COMFORTER WITH MY SUMMER COMFORTER
Winter’s dust.
Spilled skin lotion.
Scent of sweat. Flat.
Time to haul this overbearing
quilt that hid me from winter
to the laundromat,
and dress the bed with an airy
coverlet of flowers.
I float under it until
the first leaves drop, when,
shivering,
I lunge for what I stuffed
in the closet in spring—
an old lover with warm arms.