Eyes opened now,
Left arm tingling, jeering
The stifling issues I tried to sleep.
Under the covers still,
Sweat yellowing the sheets, cowardly yellow,
With my pillow beckoning:
'Some problems
You cannot help
To sleep.'
Forsaken pillow, you warmed brute;
You molested my problems
With cool, deceitful comfort.
Dare I say, waking now,
You failed to console a napper.
My sheets are yellow, my arms ...