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.