our backs become our beds, too,
our backs become the soft springbox mattress
that gives a little to mass and shape
but gives it all back again.
our backs become the hard wooden slat
that latches on the metal frame beneath
and catches bones falling into gravity.
our backs become the thin foamy mat
that collects the red soil beneath
and absorbs the warm salty sweat above.
our backs become our beds, too,
giving
latching
catching
collecting
absorbing
our dreams.