“the $7 couch”
By: Nina Miglio
at the thrift shop
where hand-me-downs have a back story
you wear someones past
and you must give it a future
worn out
the scent of an old closet
the couch was one
worn out like lipstick after a long day
like a good pair of classic sneakers that are beautifully ragged
the olive tone of the fabric was chilling
the past two houses I’ve lived in were that color
maybe it was my turn to give it a future
only seven dollars?
there was no way to deny it
not too shabby I thought
it was destiny in a way
a sign
maturity?
