3 Poems
Chairs
The La-Z-Boy is a chair
that wishes it were a bed.
The folding chair is a chair
that wishes it didn’t exist.
Europe lies prone,
Africa has club foot,
but no continent sits.
It is too exalted
a posture, the position
of king and convict.
The throne in St. Peter’s
is only wide enough
for a child’s hips,
but hard enough that
an angel’s steel vertebrae
won’t puncture it.
