I will rip these sheets off you like a bandage,
like a rush of birds–lure you with coffee,
crisp your toast until it’s so black
no preserves can save the taste–
anything to rescue us from the staleness
creeping into our lives. We sought adventure once,
so cut the barbed wire now and chance the landmines.
The battlefield is better than these pale pillows.
Let us be prisoners, comrades, or casualties.
I would rather have you wounded and bleeding
than flawless and whole in this shroud of bedclothes.
~Alice Pettway from Barbed Wire and Bed Clothes