by Josie
This seat cushion is warm.
Like my skin
after I take off my sweater.
That someone has left
their heat for me
is not as gross
as I used to think.
I find that I am
comforted.
As if it were human
to leave behind
impressions of warmth.
I am reminded
of how many tell me
the human being
is cold and calculating—
as I sit on this cushion
that feels like my skin
after I take off a sweater.
