333. Dear Sofa
If the world was different
I could write you a letter
A bon mot from the naughty step
Written in her blood
Though she felt no pain
Exchanging body fluids
How shall I count the ways ?
The end of the innocence indeed:
We’re a long way from that
A long way from maidenhead and
The darkened aftermath
Convicts us still
If you know where to look
In the velveteen clints & grykes.
You’ve seen a lot, dear Sofa –
More than mum would care to know.