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It is faded
Its once saturated colors
Now some semblance of pastel
But not the pretty fresh kind little girls
And Queen Elizabeth like to wear
It is threadbare
With patches here and there
Cut from old jeans and sewn on in haste
I couldn't bother to just buy some new slipcovers
Even though my friend told me there was a sale
At Bed Bath and Beyond

The springs groan and creek
Whenever I come home
Upset, content, tired, ecstatic, stressed
And throw myself on it
I snuggle into the indentation
My body has formed
And each time it becomes
A bit harder to get up

Sometimes I scowl at how much uglier my Rut gets every day
And tell it I want to take it to the dumpster
Or maybe to Goodwill
But as I open the door one day
Determined once and for all to get rid of it
It screams at me,
"I used to be a beauty;
Don't you have a photo to prove it?!"

And I can only shake my head
And shrug sheepishly
Because I have no documentation
Nor any memories
Of this thing being beautiful
And yet
The Rut
My own personal Rut
Must have been quite a sight for sore eyes
At some point
Right?