Under her feet is a nice place to be.

Curled like a dog

a volunteer footrest
you relax while she
plays a game in
her chair.
It’s her birthday, why not?
Everybody’s winding
down, in the stage
where no-one wants
to sleep, but they
want to relax in the
dark, spacious room.
And where is more
dark and relaxing
than under her barefoot heels?
You’re self aware
enough to know
you’re not really
her possession- you
did volunteer, you
chose this, it’s just
a creepy little
creature comfort.
The game lights
up her face, but far
more literally than figuratively.
While she’s
off in someone else’s
factory- made Own Little World,
you’re off in yours.
Both of you are something like happy.

-Garrett Wood