90’s

The 90’s were back
Everyone was afraid of the matrix again
And being programmed

I was dating a businessman
He had a whole wall
Of tv’s stacked one on top of another
All playing different news channels
At all hours of the day

I dreamt of static

Me in a tube dress
A sweater with bell arms
And he in some suit
too big for him
And like this
we went to the beach

He shined
In the sunlight
Cool and pore-less
Worried and faulty
Like a stainless steel box
with microfibers
all laced over inside

I smiled
I smiled!
I smiled!

I made him a talker

PackingĀ 

The closet shook me
Like having slipped
Into an enclave

I imagine that instead
Of this white door
Is a chestnut spiral carving
Leading in a dance
Across which I lay my long fingers

Inside, past the ancient wood
Is the memory
Of my every dream
Shining

Instead I am standing
For now
Looking at things
I forgot I owned
And what is it
I say to no one
To own
And no one answers