I sit in the same ******* chair
everyday, it’s a weird shape,
it looks like a square trying to be a circle.
And, so gratefully it matches the floor.
Colour coordination? check.

I drink at the coffee shop indefinitely,
daily. I hate the way the seats began
to mould to my body’s bitter behaviour,
like the chair is my theatrical therapist.

The sticky seat ***** on my snub-nosed
sedation to get up and move
as I sit perfectly still,
watching a brilliantly busy world go by.
And the nice girl is asking me
“do you want the latte to take away?”
No. I’m alright,
I’ll drink it in here thanks.