Thursday, November 12, 2015


from "Folding Chairs," 2015, by Ashley Mistriel


Oh ye of the reaching tentacle
Do not despair

I know it feels like you are flailing
but all your appendages are attached
to your body

and under you there is a chair
or floor or dirt

and under all of that a fairly solid place
to which we both belong

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