Remote Control

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 then 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
I’ve never known her, never held her
but spin her back, have her take off her shirt.