Have I become your sofa
am I useful as your footstool
As you walk past the ants in the streets
your props
Long winter nights are hot or cold for you
the rest of us
the huddled masses
we wait for our cue to go on stage
And I–merely an understudy
from the underbelly of the populace
applaud your efforts
to keep your world–kept
Posant pour vous chéri
your antagonist–on the ready
ever steady with your lines
to fuel your justifications
Sitting at the table with you
I am no more to you
than the vegetables in your soup
if you ate me would you mourn me
Daydreaming about connections
making love like a bandit
listening to Body and Soul
on the Victrola
outside of my body
I watch us as we roll
Great title and multiple images to support it. Your imagination is a delight. You are a special poet.
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This means so much to me. Thank you–
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