We mull and measure
and find the right
treasured sofa
for the compromised space
we’ve made home
And pretend we intend
to spend endless moments
extended in perfect repose
Let us debate
the virtues of viscose
and all the hues hidden
in grey and taupe
overlooking innuendos
embedded in safe choices
while reproaches
of indifference
fly about unnoticed
We go back and forth
options imploding,
until flipping a coin will do
Resenting the magnitude
of meaning
this decision implies
or the hunger
for something else rising,
sets our hearts quaking,
our doubts chiming
for a change greater
than the shade
of our backdrop
can fake or construe
With the stakes piling high
we can only sigh
and resign ourselves
to that dusky blue
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