living room

it's a leather couch day
i mean i feel like one - cracked
over time with use; moved from place to place
throughout the anomalous room
called (living) - years beneath a window here, up against
a wall there, jumped on, leaned on - cried on and sought
as comfort on nights without loving

no amount
of conditioning creams and lotions
can reseal these lines
only capable of bringing a momentary shine under good lighting
under the watchful eye
of a family that still believes
there is some life in me; a new set
of throw pillows, a shawl around my shoulders (covers a lot of times sins)

i do admit to
holding a subconscious fear
of reestablishment
into a new corner - new looks
with any living room left usually means excessive entertaining
until apt tedium sets
again well in, but

also i realize
that any life changing repositioning, has
always allowed
(grateful) to be seen sitting on mantel; with photos
that span a lifetime
of memories, continuing to breathe softly beneath
this scuffed up skin, regenerating
a familiar longing - for touch, for comfort, for comforting
of all those i have been able to hold as dear
over the years, and share a room called

(living)

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

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