This Friend of Mine (Ode to a Bar Stool), Kaitlyn Pyne

A lifeless, dull object lies below me
the copper color as bright as a shiny new penny
I feel like an empress gazing down at her subject,
on a cushion as soft as a feather
Blue stripes, alive as fireworks,
dance across a dark blue sky
This tall obtuse object with secrets from the past,
alive in its backbone,
aching for more gossip, more heartache
It looks soft and timid among the other objects
ashamed of its color, its size, its shape
it's no wonder why, with legs long like a model
Alive is this lifeless shape,
content am I