It's Not Like We Were Best Friends

Where I’m from rivers flow north not south. 

I don’t belong in that circle of Griffins,

if such a circle of Griffins exists, in

a sense—I believe a phoenix exists

In the forest within me a phoenix—truly

I have this thing for chairs rudely or maybe,

I have this thing for what fits in chairs.

The woods are dark and deep in the north

In the north until the tree line, dark, deep, cool

I dumpster dove for one once down south.

After diving down south I brought one home

It was one that could fit all extents.

All extents were whoppers. I brought them home.

Where I’m from rivers flow north not south.