I sit and breathe in your long silences,
the room filled with TV conversation
about the puzzle just done or the prizes they won.
Lounging in quiet while you sleep,
then you stir to acknowledge the commercial break
about stuffed-crust pizza, ready to bake.
These moments are interludes,
built as a ladders to an afterlife. While we brood
all our days picking out letters for words forsooth
or the answers from among the multiple choices we choose,
we have one eye on the stuffed crust pizza, ready to bake.
The beginning of the game is rapid fire, and everyone gets an answer right
and we are introduced to each contestant’s life, the bright light
of their enthusiasm spurring us to play along
wishing we knew all the correct responses from wrong
or knew the best path we could take.
The episode of this game soon passed
the winnings of our participation never would last.
While from question to question we walk in our mind
’til our slumbering surpasses our tangible time
we are barely awake, our dreams filled with ladders
and craving for pizza already baked.