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.