Poem: La-Z-Boys

The closest I’ve ever been to my brother, is one time in a furniture store – we were browsing, as a family, which meant he and I were just killing time, while mum and dad shopped prices and fabrics. And so we took turns on the couches, and chairs. Pushing back the recliners, soaking up the comfort; those footstools we never had.

And then, it was time to…