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[mynewplace]

 

When all my belongings

Were gathered close

I drew comfort 
In the lap of a chair.

It's embrace as soft and voluptuous

As my grandmother.

Spice of burning dust

Tendriled through my head,

Blanket protection hid

worrying fingers

From the darkness

Of afternoon December.

Kids In The Hall was

Compulsive mind numbing

And I forgot to laugh.

 

I remember.

And the joy of laughing

At The Chicken Lady

Is a relief.