After an earthquake startled us from sleep,
We chose to share a lower bunk.
Two heads at the head, and two heads at the foot,
A melee of arms and legs.
We slept like that for years.
At church one day, a guest speaker
Mentioned, with horror, a family she knew.
“They are so poor, the children share a bed!
Can you imagine! Do any of you?”
I proudly raised my hand.
I realize the difference between voluntary and necessary.
And yet: as if close proximity with those you love
Should ever be called poverty.
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