Poetry · Writing

Musical Chairs

“Share the chair,”

the wise woman shared.

There is room for two

it’s not all about you
she’d always tell us.
Fuck that. My ass has

been next to yours for

far too long and you can

find your own. He’d bekon
the blade in his back,

“Share the chair.”

There is always room for

two.
As the king sits alone

on his throne
he finds the knife

in his lost
chair.

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