Thursday, October 18, 2007

White

What kind of a laughing furniture is this?
How many petals of bright pink roses can be glued to whitewashed walls?
The glue is white, too.
The hands doing the glueing wear white gloves.
They have also spackled all the corners,
Caulked all the bathtubs in the house,
Resized all the computer-files so that their Grandmothers can read mail
Without having to worry about porn.
Family is what we make.
Vanilla milkshakes to the sky,
Opaque gorillas in their feelingless chambers,
Ratchet up a notch to
Never needing walls again,
Color or not.

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