W. T. Pfefferle




               HERO


               You know, things weren’t always like this.
               There was furniture here once,
               and I had a lot of it.
               Couch, chair.
               They had the same coloring, same pattern.
               And a nice coffee table,
               and an end table,
               and then all the bedroom stuff,
               queen size, lamp, the whole works.

               But you know how that is,
               you’ve been through that.
               You’re sleeping on the floor, too,
               and you know what a room looks like without things.

               I used to be her hero.
               I used to drive a big car.

               I used to know something about stars,
               and planets and comets,
               and we used to go out there at night,
               look up at something.
               There was something we used to say back then,
               and sometimes,
               sometimes when I’m here 
               wondering about my furniture,
               sometimes, when I’m in here, 
               in what used to be a living room.

               I can sometimes remember what it was.









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