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The
Chair The chair has a feeling about the light coming into
the kitchen. The chair hates the light, the way it rushes in harshly
through the three windows. It is too insistent and urgent. It does not have a choice about the feeling. It does
not feel good the way the light hits the table. It cannot feel good
about it. There is no way to think about it that will change the feeling.
The chair does not like the drip from the kitchen faucet, it is annoying.
The chair cannot be not annoyed. It does not like the white
refrigerator in the day. It likes the refrigerator at ten o’clock at
night when the white becomes a soft yellow. The chair does not like
the kitchen table because it has been made to go with it and it does
not feel that it does, it would never have chosen that table to be like.
There are three cats. The chair hates the two that scrape and claw at
its legs and scamper all over its lap. It only likes the small quiet
cat who sits on her and silently watches. The chair does not like the
microwave with the computer digital screen. Its white metallic porcelain
is too glaring. The chair hates the gray tile floor that causes the
angry noise of fighting when
it gets dirty. The chair wants an earthen dirt floor where the birds
could fly in through the window and pick up the scraps or the dogs could
eat them. The chair cannot stand the television’s loud senseless incessance.
The chair likes to sit and soft drift through the calm quiet night.
It hates the sudden rude rush and commotion of mornings and afternoons
and evenings. The chair does not like being sat on by anyone who chooses
to sit on it. It does not like most of the people who sit on it, especially
the man who drinks beer all day and farts and repeats his small tragedy
of poor jokes. The chair only
likes the little girl who sits down silently and watches the dreams
flowing out from the white sails of her imagination. The other three
chairs are different, they are not bothered by anything, they are not
aware there is anything to feel, to be changed by. They just accept
whatever is. The chair does not like them. They do not feel good. The
chair does not like the painting hanging above the cupboard. The light
in it is not right. The chair has a feeling about the way the light
comes in through the kitchen windows. |