The Used Chair Dealer
'She sat in a tulip chair, unclad, reading something-
a blue-cornered National Geographic atlas, I think it was.
Every so often a page of white light turned across her bosom.
She talked about places she wanted to go, the sunny window behind her
darkened with red and green trumpet flowers.
Her chin made a little bowl-shaped shadow on her chest'.
'Wait a minute, what kind of chair'?
'A tulip chair. Beautifully upholstered, striped silver and black,
looking brand new after seven years.
Her legs were crossed at the knees and hung over the side.
Her toe twitched as she read'.
'God, I haven't seen a tulip chair in years.
I didn't know they still made them.
'This one came from Carolina, I think. Great reading chair. Anyway, her skin was as white as Parian marble, or snow or something, and her fingernails were painted a sort of maroon, as were her toes.
She practically steamed'.
'Hm. Henredon's in South Carolina. 'Bet it was from Henredon. What'd'it cost'?
'Then? Mm, about four-hundred retail, give or take fifty. She was twenty-three and smoked lightly.
Her face was still a bud- not even open yet.
Her toe kept twitching, twitching'.
'Hm. what happened to that chair? Do you still have it?
A chair like that's gotta be worth something'.
I gave it to the carpenter when we moved, three years ago.
There was just no room. He put in the bookcases.
I begged her to stay. I told her she could live free-
even see other men, if she chose.
I told her I'd buy her fresh flowers every week.
She could have an expense account of her own.
She smiled and said it was good, and came back often
but in the end went back to her rich husband.
Can you beat that'?
'You gave it away? Fool. Do you still have his number'?
'I didn't know him'.
'I mean the carpenter'!
'Oh, sure, want it?
'Absolutely. They're hard to find- good tulip chairs'.
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Comments about this poem (The Used Chair Dealer by Morgan Michaels )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
William Carlos Williams
(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
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