I’m glued to this chair
It’s become my coffin
Without the sides
I’m upright
But I’m not feeling up
And I’m not feeling right
I think too much
This chair makes me think
It just sits - staller
In front of the screen
As I curse and holler
I need a drink
And it’s only morning
Apropos –
Because I’m mourning you
As I always do
In my usual way
Sitting in this chair
Typing away words to give you
Words to send
But not in person
Where I want to be
Sitting with you
Or you here with me
There is no cheer in loneliness
Just something to plant
My ***
And grouse a bit