this chair is fine

if I see a chair

I like, i'll stop and gaze into
the window
of the store.

I might even go in and sit in it.
touch the fabric,

look at the price, imagine
in my mind
where it would go.

I've often seen women in
that same

possessive light. but I was
younger then,

a tomcat on the prowl.
trying to fill some hole,

some empty space
within.

but i'm older than that now.
the chair I have is fine,

there's no room left for anyone
to fit in.