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A Room View on a Holiday

Posted to Poetry




The brass librarian
lamp with a green cover hangs
its on cord as far as it can reach. It has no
distinguishable reflections in
the metal; the lighting is too stretched
overhead for exact details. Three remote
controls lay by it, on my desk, one for
the TV, one for the DVD player, and the last
for the stereo
currently playing The
Flaming Lips
from the
speakers. Two gray, one
black, and all are adorned
with small buttons, like play
and pause.

Nothing is poetic
when I am sitting alone
on Valentine’s Day.