my favorite tv show is on again
but i’m not watching.
the coffee ring next to my
yellowandorange coaster
is captivating my attention.
the more i study it’s shape,
the more it begins to grow
and grow.

i’m playing radiohead again
but i’m not listening. i’m too
fascinated by the broken cd
on my bedroom floor. amnesiac’s
shattered edges glimmer in the
light of the screen saver of my
laptop. i put it’s pieces in the trash,
wishing i could be listening to it instead
of ok computer. but what would be
distracting me then? kid a’s scratched
surface under my bed?

i’m getting coffee with you again
and you have much to say. i’m
sorry i’m not listening. i’m much
too much distracted by the lack of
yellowandorange coasters at starbucks
and the fingerprints on the pastry case.
but tonight i’ll go home to my coffee rings
and shattered cds and wish i hadn’t wasted
that precious moment in which you
had something important to say to me
or the time that exit music (for a film)
was playing and i didn’t hear it
or the night that i missed my
favorite tv show.


you know,
i don’t watch the tele all that much
anyway.

04/03/2005

Author's Note: inspired in part by frou frou and in part by radiohead.
and in part by my lack of a muse/desire to write anything.

Posted on 04/04/2005
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