Husbands

My first husband Wore out the arms of his chair Digging his elbows Into the soft upholstery Of our marriage. I made bright covers with The fabric of family life Home, children, pets But the damage smouldered. I bought new chairs To fill the empty rooms Of divorce and loneliness But missed the old upholstery. My second husband Came with a brand new suite Cushioned with conformity It felt comfy and safe. .