ode to my parents' couch
you were our second choice.
our first choice wouldn’t fit through the
doors or windows
so we brought you home instead.
your color and shape weren't nearly as nice.
but then we sat.
and we didn't get up.
we couldn't get up. we were engulfed by your
marshmallow pillows.
you came in august. an august i will never forget.
this must make you a leo,
like my father and i.
no wonder my mother prefers the chair.
if only we had known the joy you'd bring.
not only would have been
first choice,
but i would have promised
crate and barrel
my first born child in exchange for you.