Modern Art

In a white-walled, sunlit-ceilinged room,
A large cut of beige carpet squares the middle
With the indentations of redesignated furniture
And enough space to observe from chained-off edges.
A worn pink couch, dotted by white flowers,
Stands on armrest—a pillar at the flooring’s center.
A love seat of similar design rests diagonally
Upon its living room counterpart,
Where the padding used to be.
Those removed cushions and pillows
Form a barricaded entrance of mishmash
To probably protect against imaginary intruders.
A patchwork quilt, some grandmother’s gift,
Smothers the construction’s apex.
The looped laughs of children resound from inside
This couch fort exhibit.