Multibed Down

Mulitbed Down

There’s a bird on my keyboard
crumbs for her beak
crunchy board
no emails. The bird
knows no better
than to peck
fluttering its wings
but you are of arms
not embracing

I had thought
I’d bask in the sun
lay you down, but

you phone called in bed
while we made love, said
you could only multi-task, squealing
moans in the phone, taking
a shipping order
saying, “pump”

A screaming screen cries
bird on my keyboard
stocks have crashed

— Douglas Gilbert.
Books by Douglas Gilbert