that chair has been waiting for you

There are glinting filaments in the corners and seams around you. They whisper
how many heartbeats can you hear? An elbow bumps an arm, the table tips, overeager

lips stumble over consonants

let me erode the paper crumpled in your arteries 

there, can you feel the blood flowing?
I must tell you, you have x-ray vision bones laid bare 

careful where you look there are creatures hiding
come visit my nest there are blankets and shoulders and open ears and 

(oh, that chair has been waiting for you)
isn’t it warm? I built it out of golden filaments