Like a chocolate machine for the lonely
a television turns on beneath the floor;
we invite these people in
and then try to control them.
We take color from their faces
make them spin into the box
and then re-appear at the bottom.
We slow them down and shut them off.
A woman pulls her shirt apart
button by button
spin her back and watch her do it again.
I’ve never known her
never held her
but spin her back
have her take off her shirt.