Carry the bed into the day Poem by Ingrid Storholmen

Carry the bed into the day, I shall feel more air
a letter hidden in a stone crack
the fingers that kissed the letter



be sleep, rest water life

where the skin lies back to back and light that demands crops
the name gets stuck in the end
tight, manifest
shall the name be the name of what happened
dreamt skin, hand, hold it a little longer, then go

the name after the name

to the price of love