Sitting in a Chair on the Edge of Adolescence

It’s not the dangle,

that’s not what bothers me most.

It’s the way the edge of the seat

cuts into the backs of

my knees.

If I scoot up

I can almost touch.

My shoes can skim the floor below,

almost –

If I point my toes.

When I scoot back

I can’t bend my knees.

They make a hesitant angle,

not completely flat, but not very confident

in their current form.

Copyright 2019 – Laurie Marshall

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