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Arlene Weiner: My Desk Chair

Female, useful, you keep your dignity 
though your lap’s full of odd socks,
haphazard mending. 

You were old sixty years ago,
dressed in Goodwill’s sad maroon stain,
scarred with nailholes that once secured cane.

I stripped you, refreshed you
with paint the color of cantaloupe flesh,
and later with gay yellow. 

Now dowager, throne, your sturdy arms 
bear up my weight when my thighs sigh
and I need assistance to rise. 
   
Patient, four-legged mount,
I think you will outlive me.
Last of a set of five, kept 
when I let go of the side chairs,
I will leave you to heirs.

 

Copyright 2022 Arlene Weiner

Arlene Weiner’s books include More (Ragged Sky, 2022). She lives in Pittsburgh.

3 comments on “Arlene Weiner: My Desk Chair

  1. Elizabeth Anne Socolow
    December 31, 2022

    wonderful poem, beautiful chair

    Like

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