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.
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Copyright © Delphine Plaskett | Year Posted 2014
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