The big drop off truck left it
to the side of the thrift shop
on the grass
between the buildings and street.
But it’s not in front of the thrift shop.
It’s not theirs, it’s public.
A public thing that you’ve come across
like a waterfall.
Only a waterfall you can’t sit on.
This you can, but you can’t eat it.
You will worry about eating later
right now you will explore the couch.
Oh soft comfy thing
Furniture like goes in a house
Big furniture,
like if you had a house.
And you do,
your camp in the park
or maybe in front of the library
which is pretty far away,
Why stress?
Flop down
Luxuriate
Move your feets
without getting up,
move JUST your feets.
Left and right
Back and forth
Like when you were an infant
just discovering your toes.
Since you have lived outside
whole years at a time
nothing much changes
and perhaps you are an infant
only you are bigger now
and you scare people,
but you are just enjoying the couch.
Will you spend an hour in it?
Yes, you are!
You sit up,
resting your back against the couch
like you are reading a paper.
You put your imaginary paper down,
you stretch your arms and yawn,
you pivot to lie down
put your feet over the armrest
then flat on the couch
with your knees up.
You are exploring the couch
for maximum comfort
like a puppy.
Since no one from the thrift shop
has come out or shown interest
you feel safe getting up
from your couch for a minute,
to regard your couch
to examine it for portability.
Apparently it is too large
or where you’d bring it too far,
you abandon the couch
not even snagging a cushion.
You’ve given up on the couch,
like you’ve had to
so much else.
