An Uncomfortable Metaphor

My [fake] Eames Lounge Chair
waits in her house – emptied
of me – two studs long lost –
because it was cheap [& not
quite real] / It sits – a lacquer
facsimile ferried from China
& gifted to me by her family –
one Xmas long gone / In it old
bits of me flutter – left cells /
It was not very comfortable –
no softness in faux leather /
I was told to put it together –
that fooling not-Eames Chair
My son asked – Dad – do you
want it back? / How could I?

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