A guy
Who knows a guy
Who knew a few other guys
Told him that this guy
Did something to this other guy
And the guy called in his other guys
To out-guy all the guys
Didn’t have the heart to tell the guy
I wasn’t the guy who cared
Family Couch
By: Baylin Hoffman
Milky beige
A canvas of vomit
Frumpled dimples
Sagging skin
Lumpy thighs
And creaking arms
Wilting bones `
A silent witness
Of dusty cotton
Holding history’s breath
Faded fabric
Patchwork patterns
Woven with the amber scent of tobacco
Molding cushions
A refuge for weary heads
In hidden nooks, things to brighten your day
A quarter, a dime, a burnt toast crumb
Little freckles of well spent time
All wasted and thrown
In this dumpster o’mine
