concerning my couch
my couch has stripes. this is, i feel, rare amongst the species. the stripes are of a bluish-green-gray hue, intermixed with white. well, what used to be white. but years of sitting and/or laying upon the couch has rendered these white stripes a subdued dirty cast. i am unsure if i have done the dirty on the couch. i have spilled wine on the couch. the couch hides within its interiors a bed. a bed that pulls out in order to keep its occupant uncomfortable by kneading the metal cross bars into his back. for this reason, the bed remains a mystery hidden in the depths of the couch’s frame. part of that frame is broken and i have to constantly adjust the cushions or else the couch tries to pull my body into itself like i am its supper. this scares me. not monsters under the bed scary. more like threat of nuclear holocaust in ‘61 scary. and yet i keep sitting, laying and dirtying the couch. this is largely because i’m too poor to buy a new one.
suggestion: let’s trade couches.
