Eric, left with three rocks and a pillow.
smudged and rumpled, sweated, drooled

Leftover traces of the bed slept
Passionate without performance of their passion
In an open place in the room

Nobody wants to be
saintly (invisible)

In the black furry space that
Waits to be hatched from
his body, like a tooth

Each rock was a part of
the belly of a
bed had disappeared

The pillow was
Everybody wants to be

saintly (invisible)
Pack in as many as you can

Always room to fit
However much
Folded-up space