The Demon Chair
Sitting
In the demon chair
What am I waiting for?
You look familiar
As a boy, I was told to sit still,
Be quiet, in a similar chair, once.
I was quiet
now tastes of antiseptic and bleach
and pity
People will come
some do not, most do not
where are my friends
who are my friends
A brush jams in his hair
that’s not how he has it
slick back, not forward
Do you not hear me?
He is not going anywhere.
He has nowhere to go.
My teeth?
Where are my teeth,
give back my teeth
I don’t bite
Look, his ankles are swollen
feet bulging in slippers
that do not belong to him
Nothing belongs to me anymore
Cake crumbling on his chin
on his chest
I brush them off!
trampled into worn carpet
this old carpet will be replaced soon
Weak, milky tea
My wife makes it better
she will be here soon
Your tea is vile!
what time is it?
is it time for lunch?
Copyright © Grant Norwood | Year Posted 2016
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