The Lives of Furniture VII: The Futon Sofa

she bought it with her first husband,
when futon sofas were a new thing and
the futons were hard as rock and good
for your back; they were tough back then
and in love.
she and the sofa traveled on alone,
some friends carried it out and placed
it in a truck, leaving the husband
behind with the flowered
couch that they had also bought together;
they each needed a couch for reading novels
late at night.
it was a fort, folded down, a place
for five little girls to sleep for an overnight,
it moved upstairs and the second husband
sat on it, listening to music, ignoring
the world below.
the second husband left, and she and
the sofa continued without him;
they did not care if he had a place
to read a novel or listen to music.
today, she separated from the sofa
and watched the two most important
men in her life carry it outside and
load it into a truck.
she doesn’t need the sofa anymore;
there are so many other places
in the world to read a good novel.