Chair

By Jimmy Chen

This strange thing must have dropped

Right out of space.

It resembles Alien life,

That cannot be explained.

As you get closer,

It stays so still like a tiger

Before it pounces it's prey.

As you relax your body onto

It's cold stiff body,

It's chest stands straight up

And is thin, brown, and speechless.

Fork

By Charles Simic

This strange thing must have crept

Right out of hell.

It resembles a bird’s foot

Worn around the cannibal’s neck.

As you hold it in your hand,

As you stab with it into a piece of meat,

It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:

Its head which like your fist

Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.