Ronnie Sirmans

The Problem With White Sheets

And even, even if we did
opt for plain white sheets
and a white bedspread, they
would not be snow, clouds,
or even meringue dividing us
in the clumping of what gets
shifted in nightly slumber.
Even after all these years,
after we’ve staked our sides,
always the same, on this bed,
countermands of no use now,
we would recognize the white
for what it was: liquid nitrogen
luring us, as if we’re again young,
to touch the diaphanous and burn.


Ronnie Sirmans is an Atlanta journalist whose poetry has appeared in Blackbox Manifold, BlazeVOX, Tar River Poetry, The American Journal of Poetry, and elsewhere.