Chair

At our wedding, chair was a basket for carrying by uncles and brothers.We sat prim on feet drawn up shyly.We were so queen in indulgences.

Now we wear chair on our bottom for carry by uniformed airline staff so we could fly in the flying womb just as we did in mom’s first waters.We have enjoyed this chair always but stupid bum had always vertigo.

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