mmmcccliii

back to the basics

let’s have a show
of hands, who
can’t take their
eyes off the
television?
ears, i mean.
i have been
usurped by
all of the air
waves, all of
the noise, all
of the babble,
all of the blurbs
being strewn about
so messily and so dis

tressingly. am i really so
easily distracted? shut up! 

yes, i am so easily distracted.
by the shape of the airwaves swirling
about in my coffin-sized apartment? yes.
there’s the company of words. i don’t have
to let them just . . . take me over. they can
instead seduce. they could inspire. they might
educate, if i learned how to discern one channel
over the rest, if i could make only one of the air
waves the dominant airwave, and go from there.
either way i’m ready to be taken. i’m ready to
be diverted, to be dominated, to become all of
the words, or a few of them. one or two.
how do i sound? do i feel what
i’m saying? i move my chin
over my right shoulder
to make sure that
my lemonade is
still there.
it is.