chair.
my lower back is gloved.
to meld of cloth and clothes.
whatever poses I get into
show embedded things I do and feel
and think until I sleep stories anew.
impressionable nobody looks on
this moment of my privacy.
the lighted square of entertainment is on mute.
I have hovered near a family of divergent species.
Does it matter if I chain myself
to nothing. All parcels will arrive,
including me upon the doorstep
of my destination.
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