supervision

sleeping in a twin

on the floor of an office

in a house of empty 

beds that I cannot

bring my body

to lay in.

the endless unnecessary

salting of wounds.

I would never let anyone else 

sleep under this 

aggressively unwashed

child dirty blanket

but I have 

for two months now.

feeling as much like the kid 

whose mattress this is

as I do the adult 

reluctantly supervising.

opposite ends of the same pool

both of us 

learning how to swim.