Chair

Sunlight swells into buildings

rolls over my feet

gets trapped under my soles

At this moment

there is nothing more to say

When you rose to leave

your skirt

made the sound of a bird

caught in my hands

In the distance your silhouette

dark, then gray, then

birds landing on a statue

make the sound of your skirt leaving

Overhead a low jet noise

I say something

but cannot hear myself

and across the table

your chair, the emptiness

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"Chair" was first published in

'Red Wolf Journal'

from my 6th book-length manuscript