When I was a kid, 

I had a light that hung low

My bed was big and squishy,

and right beneath it

I could always reach my arm outward when I was asleep 

and touch it.

I was a tall kid. 

I could barely fit in my bed 

because my grandmother wanted me to sleep with all of my stuffed animals

I couldn’t sit up in my bed because the light was too low. 

When I was a little older, 

I got bed bugs. 

Nasty little fuckers

 I’d squish them in my fingers

Spritz them with alcohol and watch them suffer

I was a mean kid. 

I didn’t know it, but I hated my girlfriend. 

When I was a teenager, they burned the big squishy bed

 and all my stuffed animals were covered in bugs

 but at least I could fit in my bed again

But now I can’t even touch the light and there’s no more bed bugs. 

And I have a girlfriend that I love

I was a sad kid.