The American room

The video is blurry,
the edge of a doorframe.
The wall is undecorated,
drawn. Some light comes

through. Laughing exercises
the most dynamic element.
Rooms are a kind of product.
Note the ceiling height.

Nonstandard heights
would result in considerable
extra costs. But we’re working
on that too. They shift and

move, featured in billboards,
always something for
the eye. The confessional
basics frame a weird hoax,

moping in the dark, jutting,
throbbing. She is acting,
of course. Viral setup, over-
stuffed sofa, dull wall.

Benjamin Moore Navajo White.
Maybe they just haven’t
unpacked yet, what
we see when we go online.

The camera is urgent,
immedimate, nuclear bombs
on the way. A big red balloon,
the moon adhered to the wall.

Parody and uncomfortable
comic effect staple
an easy going joke.
Sometimes there are sex toys.

Attic rooms for the hyper-
modern, weathered and bright,
a cotton dress on the horizon,
professionally produced.

No one is quite sure how
to do it: calculated coyness,
a bottle of wine, grunge passion?
You caught me! This is the future.