What I bought.

Just found this in an old cigar case I found while going through a chest of drawers Sal gave me a couple months before he past. I remember this chair.
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What I Bought.

What I bought was an old orange chair.
Inviting with the arms of a grandmother.
An anchor, really. A line taught to the floor.
Well, I sit there and I read. I put my feet up
on one of the family's old wooden dining chairs.
Inherited somehow.
Kind of like parting a pack, when you think about it.

The orange fabric is scuzzy with age though taught as a youth.
Its got a hugging type of feel to it. Sitting there it pokes you.
Gently while wispering funny stories at your sides.
The back rest is concave. Most likely from too much elderly usage.
A borrowed pillow returns the plush vibes it once gave off.

What I bought was relaxing comfort.
Both physycally and mentally.
A chair to call my own in a world i'm revisiting.
We'll get to know each other over the coming years.
Until the dust becomes too unbearable
Or your springs become too brittle and break
But I see none of that happening anytime soon.


Lexington, KY 1991
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