Old Silver Hair – I (from Kirsten Lunstrum)
In the California king, Old Silver Hair turns her face into the swell of the pillow. It is too grand. In the queen, Old Silver Hair bucks her skin against the silk sheets. It is too subdued. In the twin, her wicked old feet twitch with disgruntled sleep. It is too petite. As such, when the Three Little Bears return, she is somnambulant roaming. She is gone, her belly full of oatmeal and splinters.