LAZY BOY

Father was a chair. I was tired but did not sit down. Father was a chair. I moved him to
the other room. When we watched TV, I could feel his chair-like energy growing more
and more anxious. Father was a chair. I went to school. Father was Father was a chair
pooling in the light. I could not tell if he wanted to be more than a chair. In the car, father
is a different kind of chair. Plush. Father drove me to a new school, stone, rich, white.
There was a woman I admired. There were many women. Beautiful warm sensual well-
dressed intellectual women. When they discovered I was not their daughter, they shook
their hair in shock. They had to move on. They were lively women who would never
survive in a pen. Father was a chair. I took a last look and closed the door.