you sat with elvis inside the TV room of Graceland, the yellow and black walls were sharp and slick with precision. the couch he sat on was black and velvet, the matching yellow cushions. he watched the tv’s intently, his legs spread in that ‘manspreading’ way.

the televisions aired the american football game, he sat with his arm around your waist.

“would ya’ get me another beer honey.” he asked into your ear, his eyes glued to the television, handing you his empty beer bottle.