Cuna

In bed as a child, he, on his frequent sleepless nights,
carefully spread his blanket on the bed, ensuring no
wrinkles or folds remained. When he was satisfied with the
absolute flatness of the cloth, he lay on its edge opposite
the wall. He gripped the edge and pulled it close to him. He
rolled, dragging the blanket along and by the time he rolled
off the bed into the tiny space between the mattress and the
wall, he'd bound himself in the tight fabric. Sometimes he
could then sleep.









Matthew Antonio lives and works in Fort Collins, Colorado, is associate editor at em: A Review of Text and Image, and can be found at www.littlemachines.net His fiction and poetry has appeared in publications such as Third Wednesday, and/or, Dogzplot, and L’Allure des Mots.