move it to the left a little

i don't want

to put anything together anymore.

don't bring me

a desk

in a box, or shelves,

or a chair, please.

i no longer want to

turn nuts and bolts,

cams and screws into

wood,

or pretend wood.

i don't want to read directions,

and use a flashlight

to decipher the small

print

in six languages.

i don't want to search

for tools

to attach

the left leg, part A,

to the right board,

part B.

i want my furniture

whole,

carried in by two strong

men,

or women,

up the stairs

and positioned against

the wall

where i want it, 

or maybe

six inches to the left

where i can look out

the window 

if snow begins

to fall.