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This week’s poem is about pillows, cohabitation, and cave art.

Here’s an out-of-context photo that will make sense once you’ve read the ~piece~:

Dwelling

Four pillows on our bedAll with linen coveringsThe colour called Sienna.

Before he goes to sleepHe removes one Sienna pillowcaseReplaces it with black cotton.

He does this to preserve the linenProtect it from his night cream andOccasional night drool.

I first bought him the night creamFor ChristmasThe brand is Australian.

The linen is FrenchJust like the Chauvet CaveSite of famed cave paintings

Including three steppe lionsI had tattooed on my forearmTwo-and-a-half years before I met him.

Dozens of men touched the tattoo Before he didIncluding an Australian

But none ever rolled overFrom some drool-encrusted black cottonTo gently kiss the lions

As the day’s first act.Sienna was a clay-based pigmentUsed by some Paleolithic artist

Who didn’t have pillowcases to changeOr pillows for that matterNever would have spent the morning

Being asked by their loverWhether ivoryWhite

Or charcoalWould work bestAs an additional accent cushion

On the guest bedWhich won’t be usedFor at least another six months.

But before their violent deathTrampledGored 

Or bludgeonedI hope the artistKnew tenderness at dawn.

— Misha Solomon

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