would
buy the same sofa
every few years from
Sears and Roebucks,
back when they
ruled the universe.
a yellowish flowery
sofa, with spongey
cushions,
oak trim.
with seven kids,
two dogs,
three cats and a slew
of neighborhood
children
in the house, it didn't
last long.
it resembled
a piece of furniture
you might find
in Martha Washington's
living room.
i tried hard to convince
her to go more
modern,
more contemporary,
something sleek,
with nice lines,
ala Frank Lloyd Wright,
adding an abstract painting
above it.
but she wouldn't listen to me.
who listens
to a ten-year-old
about anything, anyway.
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