She cleans the table
And takes out the morning trash
And thus the day begins in Utah.
A woman 26 years, a virgin, pledged to Jesus
Who in this dire paranoid technosphere
Is just fighting for mere survival.
And she looks at the bananas on the table
While she thinks of the Poet Basho who
Named himself after the Banana plant.
Nothing shameful in having a sweet spot
For a banana, she thinks. Perhaps the geishas
Thought that way too.
And she will kneel down
In front of a statue of Jesus, the only man in her life
And say a prayer, asking for a husband
An honorable man who will let her
Wait for a while longer, maybe 6 months to a year
Before they take the plunge on the marriage bed.
And she goes to work in a bakery
Where she sells bagels, which she sometimes
Puts on a finger and baguettes that makes
Her go “ooh la la” and she looks at the Eiffel
Tower and wonder, what prince would take her there.
And the wait, is slow, grafting and lackluster
She is as bored as a Koala bear on a eucalyptus tree
Languishing behind the counter of her bakery
She has read the bible so many times and she finds it
Banal to read outdated fiction.
And she will look through the periscope of hope
To see prince charming gallop towards her
And they walking to the aisle as man and woman
A bunch of old tins tied to a car
Which they will drive somewhere over the horizon
They will make love in so many positions
Like rock formations in the badlands
And make that road to nowhere
A beautiful eternity.
And its not always big love here
One love is bigger. Its about the craziness
That the heart can gather in one being
When that epiphany called love
Opens a new book cover
And every page becomes your life story
To be written by the bright red ink
Of a giant squid sized heart.