In the living room
With a mattress
Too wide for the narrow
Stairs of our corner row house
Laid on the floor
Until we figure out
Just how to cram it up
There on our own

“The Living Room Bed”
We call it
Making believe like we
Live in the lap of luxury
Rather than the belly
Of the beast
Trapped in the gears
And arbitrary cruelty
Of this dying machine

Last week
We fucked hard
And fast
And filthy
Spread across
The living room bed

Frenzied and desperate
For connection
Right before depression
Set back in
The dogs sleep on the couch above us
I got a feeling
They find this all pretty amusing.

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