D O U B L E – B E D


For the briefest moment, she wondered why he wouldn’t look at her
His countenance resembled a puppy that had disobeyed its master
How had she given herself away to someone who would not look at her?

It was only a brief moment
Until memories of Hollywood
The insidious actor stroking her
Wherein the studio
Hands-on felt good

It was her couch
Her need of employ
She got the job
Constructed employees

They all sat on her
Upholding her story
Stroking her

After twenty years she earned
A dahlia purple arch
Upon her cushioned back
Following a duchess brisé
Heart attack

The beautiful swan chaise
Has clawed the running grain
To faint into her golden finish