Couched

It sags in

one spot

at the end

where I sit

And it tells stories

of better days and burning incense and

candles

Of Christmas cookie crumbs and hidden nickels

of lost rings and drafts of milky builder’s tea and

sips of wine

It gossips about cousins and ne'er do wells and illicit love

children

It snickers at its own jokes about muffled farts

and oversized bottoms and the occasional spills and

cat vomit

It cradles me

where it sags

as I sleep

in one spot

at the end

                            

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