My parents must have been rich
They color coordinated our furniture.
One chair, about three sheets, and a blanket
Stuffed with hoards of wool and quilted into unimaginable
patterns.
They stretched across the sofa which had the texture of
twenty camels.
The bumps made me queasy as I stretched across the sea of
green.
It was the absurd taste of the wealthy.
We got rid of the sofa because of all of my pre-adolescent
slobber stains.
The shirts, the pillows, the sheets all covered in my mouth
liquid.
They found time from their busy lives to actually find a new
home for it.
Two bedrooms and one bathroom is king’s palace.
Sam- I've always appreciated your thoughtfulness around class issues, and this poem fits into that pattern. You focus on a particular object and time to reflect on larger questions. The opening line works well for the ambiguity/irony, as do the next two lines. I'm unsure about the line 'absurd taste of the wealthy' and the slobber stains as well. This one warrants more development.
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