Wall of Beds

Let's workshop this poem, set to “The Best Things in Life Are Free” (by Janet Jackson and Luther Vandross), about preteen romantic/dehumanizing fantasies!

Wall of Beds 

Only a few times did I try counting sheep as a boy. 
My ritual was to pluck a lady from the storage wall
across from my floor-blanket bed—a honeycomb
indefinite in spread, countless astral bunks linked 
to no discernable end (my moldy ceiling no more
in this dreamscape). A few were classmates, yes—
perhaps a few family friends. But most of those 
awaiting my half-sleep call were stars of the day.

One was the brunette from the show Hey Dude! 
The blonde, rarely brought down, had a spot too. 
Tootie, even Jo, from The Facts of Life were there.
Full House’s Aunt Becky. Amber from Mo’ Money.
Eyes closed, I would guide the night’s selection
by hand to my nonbed. Pecking the pillow in truth, 
swearing in whisper she was my favorite in truth, 
I would confess love. How could it not be in truth? 

This poem was published in Moledro Magazine in 2017

Photo: doblu.com/2019/06/19/mo-money-blu-ray-review/