The Resting Chair
All her bones off loaded there
Cushioning her sighs
in its cheap brown corduroy billows
Sucking in the shock of
raw jagged nakedness of her
Her heart shed its burdens
She hid there
She fought her demons in
That resting chair
That resting chair
a friend in deed
Without complaint
Thread bare
Arm and head rest
Cat clawed its shredded base
Fat and cosy, enveloping closely
It smelled of coconut rice and hair grease
She eased her mind into its cushioning
a surrogate, appeasing
comforting in its tattered nobleness
17/1/99
by Zena Edwards
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