Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The drywall has a dent shaped like a headboard corner.
She likes it hard and hard makes the bed move and the bed,
Moving makes the headboard hit the wall, widespread,
Knowledge in this apartment building that when the banging starts,
We are at it again and the fine arts.
Headboard percussion, she keeps the rhythm with the wall,
Headboard percussion, every fall,
Of the board against the plaster is a measure of the force,
Headboard percussion, no remorse,
For the ingrained damage done to this apartment in the cause,
We have gone through three headboards just the same.
The first one cracked down the middle during a particularly vigorous event,
The second one came off its mount and went,
Straight through the drywall and into the neighbor’s living space,
She was on top of me and the look on her face,
When the headboard disappeared into the wall was pure delight,
Headboard percussion, every single night.
I bolted the third one to the studs with industrial hardware,
She took that as a challenge, she would compare,
The reinforced model to every thrust I had in reserve,
It held up for two months, she had the nerve,
To snap the bolts on a night she was particularly inspired,
Headboard percussion, never tired.