The Computer Chair
When I open up
my eyes, I see nothing
but the computer
chair I use for reading.
It lies awake for me,
wanting to be used.
At night, the moonlight
through my blinds doesn't touch
the chair. It rests
darker than the black walls
surrounding it. My books are
bent, torn, used, beat, open.
The computer chair scowls
shapeless, empty.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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