I Have Sleeped in Many Places

I was wondering if you can get to a poem. I have slept in many places for years on mattresses that entered my life by a nothing but luck. As a child on wet sheets, I could not contain myself. as a teen on the bed where my father ate his last pomegranate,. among crickets and chicken bones and ditches. "This is a poem in which I just thought of the adventurousness of my days," he says.