The Couch

The couch I lay here on the couch Springs pierce my spine My neck bent An unnatural angle My cold feet try to find warmth In the crevices There are only crumbs and coins Coins and crumbs Starchy fabric rubs the skin It creaks when I move How come you get the bed? You are my princess That's what you told me. How come? Soft but firm Cozy but not too hot It engulfs you Twin size That's all we have But enough for one We never take turns. The couch is my bed It comforts me now I know its structure My foe at first Now a comforting friend I still yearn for a bed You said we would take turns Every night I tell you I'm going to bed Blankets Pillows Wrap your body You say goodnight I know you know And I come to the couch I sit and I think I go to bed Repeat Repeat Repeat