There were twin bright blue crushed velvet armchairs
With curved backs and deep arms
You could curl right up in one of them, like a cat,
or push them together to make a fort.
I must have been very young
because i can feel the top of my head
and the soles of my feet
barely brushing the backs of the chairs
as i stretched out
with a book
or for a nap
or just to hide.
If I close my eyes I can see Olga sitting in it
Incorporeal and as young as she would have been
When that little girl used them for a bed.
After Olga died,
Mary and Wei-sun bought them
for twenty-five dollars each
and reupholstered them
in a hard dusty rose.
For 40 years I sat in them
at family dinners
at someone else’s house
Easter Thanksgiving Christmas
When one of the set came back
with Olga’s spirit
to my living room