Table
Under the table, there's
A crack in the linoleum
Where the dirt collects.
It's never clean and never
Will be, which is why
The table covers it from
Sight. But it gets in the
Way, all crooked on the
Kitchen floor, too close
To the oven and too far from
The countertop. It never
Gets moved around except
When the tear in the floor
Gets bigger and darker,
So we leave it in the way
And work around it,
Pretending like it's not a
Nuisance but that we want
It that way so the guests
Won't say, "Why not just
Move it over here?"
"Oh, no," we tell them.
"Over there is no good,"
As we show them how
Conveniently it functions
As off-center as it may be.
You see, we keep a lot of
Food on it, hot from the
Stove or fresh from the oven.
Why do you think we
Invite so many people to
Our house all the time?
If nobody shows up, then
There is no need for all the
Food, which would make
The absurdity all the more
Obvious and we would
Have to move the table and
See that crack on the floor.
Copyright © Paul Maggi 2003
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