on a couch in Connecticut,
I change the channel,
because I don't want to watch
Kentucky or Louisville.
my furniture friend ask why
but I just pass her some
pickled onions so her breath
matches mine when we kiss.
she, too, is a poet, lately,
and she also likes basketball,
preferring her alma matter, UCLA,
which is acceptable until
she breaks my heart.
in the future, I will be on another
couch with a furniture friend,
watching basketball,
and I will change the UCLA game.
just like sofas,
do all these people come and go
or will one stay
and decay with me?
Indiana Jones is on, too,
and we both perk up
with quoting lips,
but I change that channel, too,
for the same reason,
a former furniture friend.