beds

before i sleep tonight,
i remember all the places that i have once slept
on the floor next to that blue bleach stain
the blue futon that became a couch for crying girls
beds made for little boys now grown up, but not really
beds with iron headboards
beds that are futons and are uncomfortable
couches
floors with sheets on them
floors like kitchen titles, cold and cool to my skin
and now this floor
of a house that is as new to me as family
and as the boxes are cluttering up the spaces,
i can't help but remember
all the other places i've slept