A seat in a cinema

After Selima Hill

I want to be a seat in a cinema. Any cinema.
It doesn’t need to be an independent cinema
showing films I pretend to understand. It can be
a cinema people overpaid to be in to hear stories
they will immediately forget. I want to be a seat
in a cinema and feel greasy fingers down my arms.
I want consensual blowjobs to happen on me.
I want chewing gum stuck to my back.
I want a stoic dad to sit on me and laugh until
I break with him. I want to be a seat in a cinema
that swallows lost popcorn. I want to creak open
and shut. I want to be nailed to the floor and
forced to be in a crowd and feel what they feel.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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