In My Living Room
There, There! Good Children!
I say to the furniture gracing my space,
semi-circling the weary gray eye
of the television, as if it were the center
of the world. It's tired, but YOU are
to rest upon. Support for the watchers
in my diminishing world: a Bentwood rocker,
(made of bent wood?) Circle upon
concentric circle positioned for prettiness
and posture. Each piece, here, are
rescues: "New to You, Purple Dove, Paws-
ability." Found treasure, saved from
destruction like the sad-eyed pups behind
cages in the animal shelter. Desperate
for someone's arms. Cushy couch,
you are the arms around us, your five
fat pillows, each one retrieved from the un-
wanted shelf to form and reform a family,
reclaiming their purpose to make a
connection. Reveling in the compassionate
company of an old piano bench, its lid
upholstered in black velvet, beneath which
sheets of music were stored, and beside
a scalloped-edge table shaped like a fragile
shell one might find on a beach. Saved
from a languish in a Paris flea market, it
lifts a lamp, its base a life-sized rabbit
like he who dined on flowers in my front-
porch garden when love was alive,
his shade a black-death mushroom, lined
inside in gold, showering sheltering light
just enough and not to much to make us
edgy, unlike the nightly less-than benign
news from the black, black box.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2013
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