I think my couch is gay –
I see the way it
expresses itself –
the way it looks at the lamp –
brass polished – leather shade.
Yes – my house is straight –
but my couch is gay –
my lamp is bisexual –
as light tends to be –
as is my Moroccan rug –
as the ground tends to be.
My office building –
tall and erect –
is asexual – but my car is
transgender – and my desk is
made of wood.
There was a time before
we talked about these things –
acknowledged – or understood –
the sexual orientation
of all things.
You can imagine the Puritan
shock and horror – when
households across AMERICA
discovered their gay pickup
trucks – their gay jeans –
their gay lawnmowers.
But now people –
just don’t care –
anymore.
I think my couch is gay –
perhaps your couch is gay too.