POEM 05

It’s as naked as you think Gary is in that “soaker tub.” Tilly his girlfriend gifted him that pitiful little black lamp and that tiny meditating Buddha, both gifts of love.

Gary is stoked by the white starkness of that bathroom and the empty glass bottles that Tilly no longer had need of.

The house is barely furnished yet, but it’s clean and sleek with angular newness and a massive kidney shaped swimming pool to boot.

It rests on a hilltop amidst a Multitude of iron gates and BMWs of the wealthy, you know people with bank–loot.

Gary’s nearest neighbor sips his coffee on his floating balcony dressed in Armani. But, hey Gary’s a “Text Wizard,” he owns no designer wear.

But he got Tilly a “must-have-celebrities-own-it” green handbag that she carries everywhere.

Tilly has catalogs with furniture particular and peculiar, just right for Gary’s new place.

She already got him a king sized Maserati frame bed—but bathing or fully dressed that “soaker tub” is still Gary’s sweet space.