Andrew Cox

From Me Far Off, with Others All Too Near

Shakespeare, Sonnet 61

Too much excitement for one day wonders where
That laughing is coming from and when an afternoon nap
Will come home from its morning of secret errands

Far off a briefcase walks into a solid state building
And let’s the elevator take it up to the floor
Where what waits has an extra Y chromosome

Others all too near are on their way to meet
Long hair and a pierced nose for an afternoon of fun
Where clothes have a life of their own

And now the shoes and purse swallow the pill
That makes everything ok while the gold chain
Places a bet on who has the whitest teeth

Laughter saunters up the street confident that no one
Knows where it’s been or what it’s been doing