Tonight's Poet Corner: The Real World
The Real World by Belinda Roddie They say the only way to free yourself is to tear your hands away from the keyboard is to turn every screen in your house toward the white wall is to use your imagination to replace billboard text with ancient runes and Scripture is to throw your cellphone into the Pacific Ocean is to throw your cellphone into the Atlantic Ocean is to throw your cellphone into any of the oceans, really They say the only way to free yourself is to withdraw from the world of SUVs and skyscrapers oil refineries and skyscrapers nonfat soy lattes and skyscrapers but she drinks nonfat soy lattes with a smile glowing above a tablet screen, where she writes stories with a stylus pen, and you are so immersed in her movements sitting across from her at the table in the café on the street corner where the skyscrapers loom and you already feel free and you already feel free and you already feel free