I Am a Chair

I am a chair
You cry on me
Eat on me
Lie on me
And occasionally
Die on me
But who will take care of me?

I am a chair
And I know I will probably never understand
The trials and pains of such a man
As you, my love
Upon me
But I am a chair
And you bleed on me
And sleep on me
And sometimes
You may screw on me
But who will take care of me?

And I stand here resolute
My legs are solid and sturdy
You will find I do not weeble
And wobble
As other chairs might do
(Or bar stools, which prove to be very unreliable, indeed)
And I stand here,
Waiting for you
To hold you up
When your own flesh legs ache with fatigue
When your own bleeding heart is weary
I am a Chair.
And who will take care of me?

When one day
You come
And my leg snaps apart
Or my back crumbles with dry rot
What will you do?
Aren't I just a chair?

But after-all
You cried on me
And bled on me
And maybe threw me at the wall
You slept on me
Made love on me
And maybe now lie dead
On me...
And I am a Chair.
Who will take care of ME?


Kristin Johnson
aka
KJ
11/19/08