Please have a seat


I’ve got some news.
Are you sitting down?

It seems your son has been in an accident.
Mom, I’m pregnant.
I want a divorce.

Why is it easier to receive big news in the seated position?
Or is it just that they’re worried you’ll faint?
Or maybe that you’ll reach out and smack them?

Fighting, fighting has to be done standing up.
Or, if it’s on the phone, while scrubbing something.
My kitchen is never cleaner than when I’m mad.

Lying down is only good for being told sweet things.
Sad things, and your tears might choke you.
Big things, and your heart might.

So, for your own safety,
please, have a seat.