The table stares with its newness
glaring like sun in a crowd of eyes.
I turn away from the jagged circle danced
by its harem of chairs; an orbit fraught with
collisions and a tangling of feet.
Declining the invitation to join a hard party
court a single, soft, leather armchair
and sink into her.
She accepts my weight like legs
of an old flame
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