Couch
It embraces you and makes it easier to sleep against the static and cathode ray burning through insomnia's pacing and you never have to face the vast linen scold of your queen size mattress waking beneath the ecstatic 5 a.m. bleating gymnastics of the love and needle junky giantess upstairs.
This is a third-beer-confession to your drinking buddy who also confesses to not sleeping in his bed since June, which is nice because it kind of becomes an extra closet a place for the things you should put away during insomnia's drop-ins but don't and somehow you never feel so empty on the couch and you can't toss and turn. It's a rough but not unwelcome hug, like your daddy's razor burns.
Image by Maya Gohill.
8 comments:
Get well soon, Sirena.
Word Verification: warkbut
That's funny. Right now I have a warkbut.
That's not like secretary's spread is it?
My Sirenita....
Did you ever sleep on the couch with your son when he was a baby? And spent the whole night not wanting him to fall off? And you slept anyway? With him closer than close? maybe laying on top of you?
Like only a single mom and her little boy could be?
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Yes, we did -- nearly every day of that first year from 5 a.m. until 10 a.m. I would place him between me and the back of the couch -- me backside out. That way, I never worried about him falling.
I getcha, girlie.
that is a fantastic painting....
Yeah, she's pretty talented. Check out her site.
Yes I've been living it. You're good at this word game anyway! So good actually that, if I'm honest, I'll end up plagiarising this somewhere somehow. You know what they say about imitation being the highest form of etc anyway. Remix culture!
OK -- I'm going to plagiarize remix culture! Well put.
“Good writers borrow from other writers. Great writers steal from them outright.” -- Aaron Sorkin
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