The Couch

There’s this, built thinner than an American trailer home propped up and decorated, dogs out back sniffing out rats, couch sitter. Sitting and breathing what the mind makes up. The couch is made for believing something read or what lie is being played out there. Someone’s cheating. Sit on that couch and let that get legs. Someone will fuck up. Just sit there and wait.

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