2006/similar

We’re similar in our desire for delusion,
at least enough to see the shelves
we’re assembling as straight,
when we both know they lean
to the left.
You need a plumb bob – men always do –
and go out for one.
As well as a level,
though I’m sure you have one,
packed up, because you kept it
in an inappropriate place,
instead of the tool box,
which is still accessible.
It takes us all day,
and still the shelves
don’t seem right.
That’s how things are right now,
everything is shifting, in a place
where there is no space to move.
It’s stressful in ways I can’t explain.
So I cry frequently,
defeated again by things,
and wait until I can
begin again.

4/17/06