Room
May.12.08

It’s a decision you help me make, whether you know it or
Not. She has to know she has to know-
She ignores. That works.
He hunches and examines and tries to understand
How the letters on a page can come together and have things to say.

I’m a pathetic sort of being (it’s your fault) as the
Kisses crumple upon the counter top and bangles
Shriek to ears that have learned to block them out and no
One notices or cares for all the other creatures existing between these
Cheap walls. That works too.

Trying desperately and fleetingly to find a way to
Make it all connect like letters in a word and words in
A paragraph. Between parenthesis’ I mutter: (How
could it ever wish or hope to be that way, so easy?) and
That makes the world turn a little faster like the heartbeat meeting
Red. Because, as we all know, we all have that power, don’t we?