Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

It's Early, But I Want To Talk

Read The Room

Shadows and a trail of light
spread thin through the room
I prefer the black dim
to the sharp sink light
in my eyes
where I sit at the table
should I look up at her
ask
did you read their letter
that lay open
between us and the boy
nuzzling the furry animal
that woke her early
too early,

speak
when the window at my side
would not illume
the groggy world:
a kingdom of slippered
and be-socked feet
one insulating bathrobe
two bare arms
folded
and my growing suspicion
no one cares
what I think.


The letter is the object which makes the room
quiet, deflecting. It doesn't matter what's in it. The idea is
it has an affect on the situation as much as the conditions
presented. Most important are what is laid out to describe
the personalities and if I can find enough adjectives and
nouns to express our cast.