Man in the Chair
© by Elisa A. Martin

He sits,
taping life as lived in movies
in a black box
whose gears make more noise
than he.

Silent,
he sits,
staring at celluloid lovers,
fathers, mothers, children,
all happier than he.

Sadly,
he sits,
wishing his own children were closer,
both in miles
and in his heart.

Lonely,
he sits,
as one dimensional
as the paper people
he stares at for hours on end.

He sits.

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