After you've surrendered to pillows and I, that second whiskey, on the way to bed I trace my fingers over a thermostat we dare not turn up. You have stolen what we call the green thing— too thick to be a blanket, too soft to be a rug— turned away, mid-dream. Yet your legs still reach for my legs,
Sandra Beasley is the author of three poetry collections: Count the Waves (W. W. Norton, 2015); I Was the Jukebox (W. W. Norton, 2010), winner of the Barnard Women Poets Prize; and Theories of Falling (New Issues Poetry & Prose, 2008), winner of the New Issues Poetry Prize. She lives in Washington, D.C., and is on the faculty of the low-residency MFA program at the University of Tampa.