get this bed into the room, i ask
her,
as we lie
in bed
staring at the ceiling,
wiping sweat
off our brows.
they had to take
the window
and part of the wall out
and use
a crane set up in the street.
the whole
block was
cordoned off by
the police
as they lifted the bed
frame
and king-sized mattress
to my apartment.
well worth the effort,
i tell her.
good job.
it's a hotel bed, she says,
like
the one
i slept on in Paris.
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