I took my first hit
at the tender age of 18
and fell in love
with the fabric of a couch.
We made love
in the way couches do,
cushions pushed up
just enough to show the springs.
Afterwards, my friends took the dog on a walk
leaving me to have
the after-fuck talk with the furniture.
It kicked me out, so I tried to bum
a cigarette from my friends outside,
but instead they sprayed me with a perfume
and gave me a lightsaber, fishing hat, and
a homespun sweater.
May the Fourth be with you.