I'll give you a little fresh stinky - if you're good.
Let me kiss your soft, white.
Couch. If you've got the cushions.
When is your old friend leaving?
I think she's a tad too serious
Bespectacled and cramped up in those spongy maroon clothes.
Why do all your wastebaskets lack plastic bags?
As if she helped you take out the trash...
What if some kind of juice gets stuck to the bottoms
and sprouts some kind of nefarious but loveable fungus?
Beware my dear
For though noon has not yet struck
Life lurks in every crevice
will find you.