small quiet study room
small quiet study room
concrete walls surround me
our voices echo in my brain
two square paintings on the wall
— winter scenes, an american flag
plus a brick red chimney…
the sounds of silence,
like whispers in pristine snow,
mahogany-ish table
and a white board to our left…
we are agents of love
in a dizzying world,
cable companies merge
and we check them for compliance,
staffing tuesday,
guys wear khakis and golf shirts,
girls wear jeans and birkenstocks…
she loves how cute I am,
how cute, I ask — cute 10…you’re a cute 10
and I like how your hair is silver
on the sides…
I love your new GAP shirt —
it’s true, it fits so right
in that classic way…
what else?
oh, she says, I know you don’t think so,
but I like your gums…
hmm, did you know the formula
for relaxation is
to set your eyes on the warm horizon,
and let your gaze fix itself to a blurry blue…
I wan’t to live together
this holiday season,
so that we can decorate in that cheerful way
and not be lonely on my twenty-third birthday
yes, this year it’s all a sort of decorative variant
on the think or not to think motif,
so be captivating, my dear
be engaging too —
be all the lofty things we dream of
and amazing things will come to you
