BRUNA GOMES | CREATIVES
When I got the fitted sheet
to slip around the mattress corners
creaseless and smooth was the first time
I felt like a woman.
I fed the pillow into its sleeve like
my brain wrapped in floral linen
and thought about the hundreds of times
I’d seen my mother make my bed
perfectly, just had to lie in it /
die in it /
mattress / sheet / doona
holy trinity that a woman
ought to swear by.
I’m not saying my road
is the domestic one, I’m saying
I wish I didn’t feel so accomplished
with a bedsheet.