you came from san fransisco, i don't even have an iphone

there's u-shaped dog at the door
with the pelt of a hyena
but she's sweet so sweet
and gambols high at the pitch of my voice

this is not the usual place for this
it should be noted
apologies for the open door and the poor sound quality
the usual culpas from a beanied and winged girl

i'm looking at the back of heads mostly
through a video, a short speech, an offer
really though i'm envying
the root systems ripped from the ground
and powerwashed
and strung up on the ceiling, integrated right into the lights

abstractly, i'm here for the root system
or for difficult, abstract wood sculptures in my future
what more can i say?
on the subject of well-decorated rooms?
the usual culpas to the pallets i promised to never abandon

and this is why everyone else is here too
if not for sculptures
then for seat covers for their cars
or a new body part
to finally go to their own frontier

so we're all saying why
because we're pretending this is empowering
but not really because everyone uses the words time and money
and some man
taking it all too far
says
"i'm interested in market place integration"
or maybe
"horizontal, vertical, visible, costumer base"
you know him, you do

and i lock eyes
with her
across the table
you know one of these teenage dream girls
looking like she's built a home in her denim jacket
like she knows what to do with those boots
looking like she'd crowd you into corners
at the bars on 4th street

my face is transforming
and i put all the disdain i've ever felt
into shape on my cheeks
and she's smiling just a little
as my eyes roll around my little head
i've imagined our whole lives together
and she's telling the story of how we met
when i rolled my eyes
and she laughed
and we walked out of the warehouse holding hands