The Couch
The couch
I lay here on the couch
Springs pierce my spine
My neck bent
An unnatural angle
My cold feet try to find warmth
In the crevices
There are only crumbs and coins
Coins and crumbs
Starchy fabric rubs the skin
It creaks when I move
How come you get the bed?
You are my princess
That's what you told me.
How come?
Soft but firm
Cozy but not too hot
It engulfs you
Twin size
That's all we have
But enough for one
We never take turns.
The couch is my bed
It comforts me now
I know its structure
My foe at first
Now a comforting friend
I still yearn for a bed
You said we would take turns
Every night I tell you I'm going to bed
Blankets
Pillows
Wrap your body
You say goodnight
I know you know
And I come to the couch
I sit and I think
I go to bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
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