yesterday, it was your first time in my apartment. the moment you seated yourself in the couch, i thought of you immediately as a weary astronaut.
it must have been hard for you to scour your shocked system for such a politic word -"original" - to describe my place. thank you for this most daring deed.
half an hour after you left, i was still reeling from the audacity of your expedition. the seat cushion was still flattened from your weight. the imprint of your bottom depressed into the cheap foam, so monolithic, like neil armstrong's first footstep on a moon beach.
