THE CHAIR THAT GROANS THROUGH EVERY HOUR
The plastic chair complains each sit,Remembering every weight on it.It cracks like thunder, bends with dread,Yet somehow never fully dead. One leg shorter than the rest,It turns stillness into a test.At family events it takes the stage,An aging actor past its age. Children spin it recklessly fast,Adults inspect it unsurprised.The heat leaves patterns on my…
