MY LIFE AS A BED - I have held you in the palm of my hand. I have taken your weight, absorbed your pain. I have nurtured and comforted you. I have walked you into darkness to face your demons then delivered you at dawn. When I was new, you would jump, you would pound-- but I was firm, I bounced back. I am old now, and I sag-- but I will permanently hold your form. Was it all but a dream?—Kara Sachs (love letter from your bed)