A Chair’s Journey

I threw a chair into the sky,
and before she fell back to the earth,
my chair traveled through
the curious clouds,
she grazed the moons,
coasted by the stars,
slid through the heavens,
my chair’s cedar legs,
planking in the hot air of the universe,
spinning through the galaxies,
tumbling around the planets,
before gravity called my chair Home,
to me.

Upon her reluctant landing,
my chair resumed her rightful place,
at the foot of my table,
where i gazed on her with eyes adoring,
my special chair stayed there,
until, one day,
in front of my eyes
a careless candle
lights a spark in her legs
rages into a hypnotic fire
until my special chair shapeshifted once more,
limbs that touched the heavens,
kissed by the galaxies,
now smoked cedar and stars,
burned memories of the moons,
mere dust,
transient remnants of a thing that once was.

I rake my fingers through the smoking ash
searching for fibers of the fickle stars.

I cry,
for my chair is gone,
forgetting,

Every chair turns to dust.

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Lawyer, boss, dog mom. I write about mental health, ending white supremacy, solidarity among minoritized communities, law, democracy, race, and gender.

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Priti (“Preethee”) Nemani

Priti (“Preethee”) Nemani

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Lawyer, boss, dog mom. I write about mental health, ending white supremacy, solidarity among minoritized communities, law, democracy, race, and gender.