poem #2 The Closest Thing

 

Plastic vibrator from the Purple Onion

$11.99

You remember the cashier eyeing you softly.

Now you think empathy or pity

or even 

mild concern

but then you just saw a man with two eyes

selling you the closest thing you knew to autonomy.

Of course this pink device

shaped like a pez dispenser or the 

arm from an action figure out of a quarter machine

made you feel nothing

almost even less than your first time.

And so you smashed it with your foot

$11.99, expensive fast food.

Pleasure still waiting, like

the golf course you drove by every day,

a rubiks cube, colors never lining

sometimes almost, though.