Soft decisions pile up
like feather beds
each easy choice
resting lightly
on top, on top
Until finally the woman
climbs up for sleep
and feels at the bottom
some pea that
makes sleep
Impossible and unwelcome
She is no one's princess
these mattresses
this pea self made
her own test
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she has been set upon
other beds
tested by other
imposed standards
spread herself
touched four corners
till wrists and ankles ached
Passing, she had a prize
unintended
unacknowledged
that has become
a small hard pea
that bothers only her own
sleep
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