Comfort

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Comfort

Velour balancing on stout wooden legs

Adopted from a residence that smelled like cookies

Better known to me as Grandma Morton’s house

It is superior to me, and huskier around the sides

Its legs are built like a gymnasts’, strong and self-righteous

Its casing is a sugary pink,

My bony fingers glide against its smoothness

Limp and weaker bodies melt into the warm consoling fabric

Like caramel alongside chocolate

It is slightly worn like a mended heart from an old lover

A friend you can forever go to, tell your secrets

Victorian velour chair...