We discuss a featured poem titled "Bed Clothes," which presents a humorous and relatable first-person account of an individual's daily exasperation with making their bed. The author expresses a deep-seated dislike for bed clothes, personifying them as mocking and victorious adversaries in a constant struggle. Despite societal encouragement to engage in this task for personal betterment, the author feels unfulfilled by the effort, viewing it as a pointless and bruising battle. Ultimately, the piece concludes with a resigned yet defiant acceptance of the bed's daily victory, while still clinging to the hope of winning the larger "war."

Featured poem: Bed Clothes I don’t like you. I never have. You are deranged. And make no sense. The world cheers you on But I don’t. I think you’re smug and overrated. “Doing this one thing will change your life forever”, I read. Do it, they say. If you Want to change your life forever. I feel duped. I did it. I do it. And my life hasn’t changed forever. Yet, every day I force myself to Pull unnecessarily hard on the evil Bedsheets. Mocked and tortured. Bruised from the battle I have yet to win. The bed always wins. It will always win The battle. But I will win the war. Zzzzzzzz.