counting sleep after Eileen Myles i of course remember every bed i've ever slept in i was gonna discuss chairs but c'mon who remembers every last chair. even sitting in a chair we forget it. i of course include the bed i slept in tonight ikea mattress great value bedframe i wish walmart would call all their store- brand merch- andise great value. i would love to sip great value boxed wine out of a great value tumbler kicking my great value sneakers over the edge of a loosely-hung great value porch swing. there's the hotel bed next door to the room some guy and mom had lousy sex or not in. do you think he felt weird dating a woman and her eight- year-old? i don't recall if it was ruth's chris or carl's jr. but i like to think he felt like a bull that is to say he was cucking an eight-year-old. there were many such beds i'll just count them as one. bed as paradigm. next up, the floorbed: floorbed i fished away from a dumpster one i ordered on- line for two hundred dollars one i begged for after one granny sent me away with hurt my back i of course couldn't sleep well on great value futon ($25) we got great value futon ($75) wonder what labor paid for it one i rose from as zombie howling repeatedly as five- year- old what do you mean we didn't know what caused my night terrors age five me missed my fucking sisters and dad and grand- parents, even asleep i needed more than you. i of course bed couches like steven wright not like j.d. vance haven't met a couch i've wanted to sex but i have felt like a couch – perfunctory and inert – during sex. couch i passed out on last night after a bad tallboy and other mistakes. couch i passed out on most of '16 after half a fifth bad whiskey cut with dr. pepper and other mistakes. couch i passed weekend nights on with game boy, carousel adults doing drugs in rooms with beds in them. couch what was loveseat actually too damn small ugh. special beds: hammock mounted to apart- ment living room studs where dad watched 9/11 on a TV cart. carseat sailing one road or another. shrinkwrapped bunk in shelters serving bunk spaghetti that'd bunk right outta my stomach. hammock slung between trees where i comforted a girl i wouldn't fuck who a half hour later had been groped by adults drinking new year's if i had had sex with her maybe that wouldn't've happened but i of course was straight back then. i forgot the rest.