sitting down tense
in the dark night chair
don´t creak !
don´t wake him !
strive to breathe silently !
and i, my old sheet stained with salt, sperm, green seawater
taut like a force 8 is blowing
creaking, groaning, cracking
just holding
despite patches, compromises and rough repairs
my heart drumming
on the taut animal skin
it won´t last for ever
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