It
It was a Friday evening.
She looked at him.
She saw his slouching.
She saw the lay-z-boy bones.
She thought of the man she once knew,
now he is more chair than man,
and filled with kapok.
What? He said, sensing her look.
She forces a smile, "nothing".
She thought, "it knows".
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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