Sofa Talk
I elicit rebuke
it’s not even a fluke
I tire and I bore-nothing new here in store
I feel pain
like the rain
but the drain is arcane
I flip and flop
I start and I stop
I rip and I tear
but still get no stare
from that goose of man
the one that ran…out
leaving me here all sour and kraut
I know that it’s true
that being so blue is like wearing one shoe
uneven and odd
in a growing bod
Tis no way to be!
please help me to flee
out of my mind
and stop falling behind
…the sofa
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2017
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