| By Genevieve Rudd | My winter body bends and twists As the rigor mortis sets in, Baclofen eases the tensioners, Swaddled under a canopy Sunken into the mattress litter. Mulch from industrial white linen, That's not a blanket, it’s a counterpane, Counter this pain with the ease of afternoon sunlight casting shadows across horizons – making me take up more space than i’m allocated in my curtain draped plot, not a bed rot but nesting in recuperation, soft and eased cotton and warmth, passive...