In my home we take turns with the remote
and whoever’s turn it is calls the show.

Rule two: change of turn must occur
on the half hour at the commercial break.

If there’s a question of whose turn is next
the clicker always travels clockwise.

What more is there to know? We speak
in tongues. We live nowhere near the water.

Where am I going with this?
I’m holding the remote and it’s my call.

If someone would write it I’s read cover
to cover The Sociology of Druthers.

But I’m stalling. Silence and glossolalia
come easier to me than this posturing,

this fidgeting with the clicker. Last night
I dreamt of falling into snow.

—Brad Davis, “Simple Enough”
Art Credit Jon Shireman, Broken Flowers

2:31 pm  •  15 January 2013  •  122 notes