rocking
birdmad
the
chair
sat
empty
for
quite
some
time
before
i
finally
dismantled
it
and
put
it
away
back
and
forth
by
the
sunny
living
room
window
it
would
number
among
the
many
little
goodbyes
i
found
myself
saying
during
that
time
020210
...
Grievance
it
sat
there
in
the
bleak
foggy
sunlight
of
childhood
memory
,
painted
black
with
gold
.paint.designs wrapping
its
vines
and
eves
about
framing sections
of
literature
in
blackness
.
I
never
could
fathom
while
it
kept
functioning
when
people
left
it
there
,
but
,
it
just
kept
rocking,
back
and
forth
,
up
and
down
.
I
had
to
silence
it
.
So
I
walked
up
and
touched
the
high
backed
chair
that
seemed
to
so
promote
straight
uncomfortable
positions
(and
as
proof
,
pillows
were
wrapped
about
it's
body
).
Silence
.
I
sat
in
it
and
stared
at
the
things
you're
not
supposed
to
look
at
.
020210
...
Jacer
This
time
it
is
I
who
needs
to
be
slowly
rocked
to
sleep
.
020618
...
nom
sad
old
habit
051112
...
nom
it's
not
a
rocking
chair
060724
...
nom
what
the
fuck
is
with
me
061105
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
