Futon

Prose from SHS.

Photo by Benjamin Combs on Unsplash, edited by Slaidey Valheim.

/ˈf(y)o͞otän/

noun

The place I lost my virginity.
Upholstered in brown suede
that darkened when rubbed the wrong way;
Almost sticky to the touch
and prone to crumbs.

I loved that futon but
it was just a box full of broken springs
I laid my head on each night.

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