To a Chair Set Out on a Curb
Let’s say the house
has fallen away
and you’re the last one standing.
Who needs all those
interior spaces anyway,
scraping back and forth
in the kennel of the kitchen?
Chair, I’ll stay with you a while.
Like you, I’m done with sitting
but have these places
that won’t unbend.
Let’s pretend together
we’ve chosen this.
See how stately the darkening air
settles between our arms.
Never mind how they made you,
this is where you are now.
Who’s to say night
is not an invited guest
draping his coat,
taking his seat.