On her body ravens perched
was the cliched line from a song
I misremembered
&
repeated to a friend,
who then wanted to hear the rest
of the cliched poem she thought
I would be inspired to write.
Instead, deep in the dreamy night,
I perched on her body as she slept
and watched her delicate breaths
before returning home,
pregnant with ideas,
to write these lines
while listening to a family scream at each other
through the walls of the Airbnb rental next door at 6am.