2013-03-13T21:58:16-07:00March 13th, 2013|Musings on life|

Love affair with a wingback chair

I clean off the chair
it is my quarantine
in a sea of the discarded

notebooks full of old notes
a knapsack with a broken zipper
an orphaned cord

I sit back on this upholstered island
the piles of stuff surround me like sharks
that cannot get me

it’s been so long
since I’ve started a novel
I’m almost shy

did I used to do it
with my legs crossed

did I start with tea
or make it a few pages in

but the novel remembers
the chair too

they take over
in that way lovers sometimes do
when you wonder
how they knew exactly
what to do.

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