Market Research
We are a roomful of things
Things and substances — solid liquid vapor
Substances and abstractions — happiness & love
Hoarders, yes, nesters.
Do you remember the poem I wrote on nests?
Some other time, some other nest.
I no more know which sock is yours which is
mine, Our panties are in a bunch, chaos, like an
orb hangs…
Who will take the shelves? The one who bought it or
me? But did we announce? Spat the right words —
“Here, this is for you, this is for me.”
If I take it, where will you place your coins, your phone?
The T.V. can be yours. The cupboard too
For clothes we will follow the blue pink code
Life is easy with codes. And tough.
Take my pink-striped shorts you wore when all else was dirty,
When we were desperate, then came fluidity.
I will keep your t-shirts though- they now answer to my curves.
The photographs and the movies?
Copy and store, inside neat little folders
Movies… Pics…Don’t save porn as porn though
Remember your middle class sensibility.
And the rest of the chaos of our creation?
And the sillage of our togetherness?
You know what?
“What?”
Separations…
Separations will be smoother if only we had
better movers. They rhyme.
Strangers who divide, distribute, drive us
out, slice our solid framed picture into two
Like some final decision from God.