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Engagement Day: Domestic Poems: The Digital Edition
Engagement Day: Domestic Poems: The Digital Edition
Engagement Day: Domestic Poems: The Digital Edition
DOMESTIC POEMS
CAFETERIA
Im sitting by myself
in an almost empty company cafeteria.
Im eating a sandwich
which consists of white turkey meat,
mustard, one tomato and one leaf of lettuce
on two slices of wheat bread.
My beverage is a diet cola.
My dessert is a cup of plain yogurt.
My meal break lasts only thirty minutes.
Almost ten minutes are gone.
In those ten minutes,
I left my cubicle,
used the restroom,
took the elevator
to the cafeteria on the 18th floor,
waited for the food service employee
to prepare my sandwich
and waited behind two other people
before I was able to pay the cashier.
Now I have only twenty minutes
to finish my meal,
use the restroom
and return to my cubicle on time.
While finishing my sandwich,
I read a brochure from a company
which specializes in selling
theater, concert and amusement park tickets
at a discount to corporate employees.
I look at the events on sale:
Cirque du Soleil,
The Lord of the Rings laser show,
Harry Potter On Ice.
WAITING
Its 1:00 p.m. on Saturday.
Ive been up since 9:00 a.m.
I ate breakfast.
I took a shower.
I went to the market.
I washed a load of laundry.
I look at your bedroom door.
It remains closed.
Youre still asleepand I dont know what to do.
I cant bear to see you suffer.
It hurts me when you constantly allow
temporary setbacks to turn into
the type of depression
that makes you unable to think,
unable to move,
unable to accomplish anything.
When youre in this state of sadness,
Im unable to do anything right.
If I try to cheer you up,
you respond with verbal tirades.
If I say nothing,
you begin to cry and
accuse me of abandoning you
in your time of need.
As a result,
I feel like giving up.
Its your life, I tell myself.
If you want my help,
youll ask me.
Otherwise, Ill just stay
out of your way
TELEMARKETERS
It happens every night at dinner.
The phone rings.
I answer.
Theres a slight pause before
the person on the other end
says Hello.
Telemarketers.
Again.
For a few seconds,
I allow the call to continue.
I feel sorry for telemarketers.
I can imagine what it might be like
to be verbally abused by people
who fervently want to be left alone.
I can also imagine what it might be like
to be a telemarketer driven over the edge
by rejection.
He or she might pound a fist on a desk
in rage or frustration until the supervisor
orders him or her to go homethe first step towards termination.
My mood changes.
This is my home.
Im in the middle of dinner.
I say Goodbye and hang up the phone.
Peace.
Again.
Until tomorrow..
HOUSEHUSBAND
You kiss me in my state of partial wakefulness
as you go off to work early in the morning.
The rest of the day I have to myself.
Breakfast with the LOS ANGELES TIMES.
Household chores such as vacuuming.
A break to watch an afternoon soap opera
(Why cant Sonny and Alexis stay together?).
More household chores: taking out all the trash
and recyclables.
Lunch: a fruit bar and a can of Slim-Fast.
A trip to Ralphs market where the teenage
clerk ignores me because shes much
more interested in flirting with the bagboy.
A trip to Blockbuster Video where the teenage
salesclerk advises me that I might be too old
to appreciate the comic brilliance of CORKY ROMANO.
Home to prepare dinner:
two perfect Gardenburgers and a low-fat Caesar salad.
At 5:30 p.m., you come through the door
and all my days events are forgotten
as you tell me how the system crashed at work
and you crave nothing but love and understanding.
I smile at you and give you a hug.
Thats what househusbands are for, I say.
ENGAGEMENT DAY
We were led into a small room.
There was plenty of air conditioningHeaven on Earth for penguins.
Unfortunately, we were humans
and the November day was already cold.
The salesperson gave us chocolate-covered
graham crackers and designer water to consume.
After the consumption ended,
we sat in our chairs waiting for
the end of the sales pitch
and the restoration of our freedom.
Do you want to upgrade to our most expensive ring?
No.
Would you like to sign up for our credit card?
Yes.
Do you want to buy anything else?
Not today.
And so it continued,
until the sale was finally consummated.
We were led out of the small room.
As we emerged into the main store,
we were told to stand against the wall.
It was time for a Polaroid photothe latest for a wall of portraits
of happy couples on the road to matrimony.
We put our arms around each other
and smiled for the camera.
This is how the rest of our lives began.