Life During Wartime

 

 

Yeah, yeah, said the cab driver. The car TV said: see and be seen is more than a pedestrian slogan. What you want is watching you — the eye of a strange cartoon. Let's stack the multiples, the extra copies of our smaller tasks. There: a calendar year. A pile that has no sense of itself, no desire to look further. A torn out page from a chemistry textbook falling from a window and directing your line of sight from one neighbor's bedroom to another's porch. This is the new surveillance proposal: to sing you a song for you to sing along with. Sing it. I feel close to what I witness. I love an ocean breeze. I love to shut my eyes and be touched.