Sleeping on someone’s couch, by need rather than invitation

Irrevocability

It’s an embarrassment,
this living on your couch
And so, you’ll let me go,
not because of my humanity,
you’d fight and die and lie for that
Going made irrevocable instead,
by your embarrassment and mine

 Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO
available here in print
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