The back of the chair was soft.
No pillow beneath.
In a pretend order she sat.
In a pretend perfection she designed.
Fantasy.
Who is it when it collides with this reality who is it?
You are what you make yourself.
And what is someone else making you instead?
Ill make you wear a crown.
lll give you luxury.
Like you give me,
and him before.
And the him before did it better.
And so will I.
Back to the back of the chair.
Where my back leans.
And I think about doing it better then that guy who did me wrong.
