A fake rattan chair
Partner's betrayal, related to psychology, friends do not ignore
I have long wanted to get a chair
Not that kind of wooden chair, but a rattan chair
Preferably the kind with a solid frame of limbs
And the worn luster of the old rattan chair
Like my father's as a child worker kind
But now, there is no one
no longer do that kind of laborious handwork
In the summer, I finally found one
It was the kind of artificial plastic imitation
Just because of the position of its buttocks and backrest
A rare harmony with my long, thin body
I didn't bargain for a penny and carried it
carried back to the rented room
placed in a position near the window
At first, I thought every day
how I should sit on it
reading books, sunbathing, thinking about some "hard" questions
But except for one or two times
I read two pages of Paulo Coelho and Yu Jian on it.
I quickly tossed it aside
Now, the fake wicker chair with the black lacquered iron frame
It is like a tired butler
retiring prematurely. On top of it, in a disorderly pile
An old briefcase, four unwashed tops, and three pairs of pants.
Two cell phones, a few books of poetry, and a copy of The Golden Rose
And a pair of white bras that had just been removed from my girlfriend's breasts
A pair of white bras that had just been removed from my girlfriend's breasts
About the Creator
Grieser MustoBielerude
My day and I will shine.
Comments (2)
Very well written
Thank you for sharing