The Opening

Honey, look! 

The chair (RIP)

has lifted mid-air 

east side bound, 

no longer hide-

bound, leaving us

the chair. Let's answer 

our own prayer 

and hitch the stairs, 

you in your print threads, 

and me, suited up 

and ready to grab 

the megaphonetic mike 

while struggling up 

the accessible fire-styled 

stairs, prayers answered 

at last baybee, vamonos!