Sunday, April 14, 2019
POEM: It's good till it's not
It's good till it's not
Take your coat off
Stay a while
The sofa's new, orange twill with flecks of green
Settle on the cushion,
Still plump and firm and willing to
Prop you up
Stay a while
Coffee's brewing
Bubblin' in the percolator
TV's black and white
You get so comfy
Up and down
For a snack
A drink
A potty break
A phone call
A neighbor looking for sugar
A neighbor looking for Sugar, Sugar
A tiny dent appears in the sofa
Just the size of your derriere
Sitting there
Still plump and firm and willing to
Prop you up
Until it's not
Sinking in
A coil escapes
The fabric rips and now that
Pretty orange cushion is tufts of shredded foam
Doesn't smell so good
Maybe like a coffee spill?
Deeper, deeper,
No sugar's gonna fix this hole
Snack is moldy
Drink burns going down
Potty is cracked
Phone's obsolete
Neighbor died last year
And the sofa
The sofa
Hurts to sit
Put your coat back on
Open the door
Funny, the view looks different
I don't remember the flames.
© 2019 Nina Roth Borromeo