high hopes for a couch, a sofa. a place to laze and to sit and to feel comfort. to look out the window, above all the heads, soft swift cars darting past. peering at who's parking, and who's holding her up along the walk, and who's cycling home and away.
this seat that we look for, we want different things. it's just a place for our bodies, a place to spill wine and get crumbs, and i want it near the window so i can read in the daylight. and you want it by the wall, maybe, because where will the table go? this seat, just a place within a place, within a city. it's hard to come by, i think.