{"sf1_id":737798,"sf2_id":"lmXlkBGm","title":"Your Old Couch From College","author":"Rivard","words":177,"posted_at":"2014-08-01T02:11:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/737798-your-old-couch-from-college","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXlkBGm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/df/c0/dfc05fe7-d671-4ac5-8162-99311ebb8754","description":"#4 of Poetry\n\nEven inanimate objects have a voice","content":"I have become the thing you think of least\n\nwhen you watch each football game\n\nyet I support you to the fullest.\n\nI smile each time I concave under your\n\ndouble rounded heart and try to hold in tears\n\n(or what you call lint) when you leave\n\nfor the night, hoping to embrace you\n\nafter you've fought with your wife\n\nabout your \"inappropriate behavior.\n\nYour warmth becomes mine mixing with\n\neach bourbon belch and settling in that\n\nold beer stain you clumsily splattered on me.\n\nI've taken your wallet several times\n\nso I can see your changing and aging\n\nface and steal your new cell phone\n\njust so that you can come back to me\n\nand search for it. My heart lies deep inside\n\nthe crannies where only the smallest crumbs\n\nhave gone before. Hoping, praying\n\nthat you will find some sort of nostalgia;\n\nto keep you here with our memories and me.\n\nThe stains, the dirty little secrets, and the\n\nhangovers have been scrubbed into my fibers\n\nand will stay until you eventually throw me out.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/704409-my-grandmother-on-her-deathbed.json"}}