The Computer Said That I'd Find You Bewitching
9/7/12
We haven't led remarkable lives.
We once went off to college.
Since then, we have worked
Amid earth-colored cubicles,
Bald-pated guys, adding numbers
Which never assumed much
Importance. We marked
Anniversaries, married, and
Even made children, and
Split up, and, now, in our
Loneliness, meet in a bar
In a hotel downtown to do
What? Make a future of pasts
Which are pitiful? You've
Proven boring, as, surely,
Am I. If only I'd gone
Behind lines in Cambodia,
If you'd embezzled some
Plutocrat's dough, and you
Told me your name is a
Pseudonym because you're
Being pursued by someone.
You're not, and the evening
Grows dreary. The pad Thai
Is bad. I'm beginning to
Wish for a movie and bed,
By myself. It's remarkable
How even loneliness seems
To be better than coerced
Companionship. (This, then,
Would be when I go.)
poem by Lawrence Beck
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