Instead of Seen on TV,
we are together
in this scene.
Two mismatched people
of missing socks and lost posters,
and we stumble over
each other’s words
together.
You keep trying to place
a piece of cardboard
under my right foot
to keep me from wobbling
and tipping at each sentence,
but I kick each piece to doorway
with all your lame conversation starters
while saying Too Slow Joe.
We pull the seams together
until we unravel into loose threads
and seen as one of jumbled knots
and ransom note love letters.
We all are loose stems and melted wax
pooled into the center of the table
and seen together.