Switcher
Following many days of disinterest,
Filled with similar horrible events,
I lie with my legs outstretched,
Heels resting upon the footstool.
I have eaten several heavy hot stones,
And sink now into the green chair,
Haunches hot-pressed and painful,
Stiffening, I wrap my robe around me, and rise.
I move to the other green chair beside the window.
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