by Tom Savage
Hide behind the Buddha
To change your clothes
But not your name.
It remains what you are given
And not much more.
Move the Buddha around.
It’s only a statue.
It needs some maintenance.
Take care. With good wood
You would make improvements.
Oriental screens scream.
At least they do here.
Your bag and mine
Don’t see eye to eye
Or zipper, if you get me.
You could be under arrested development.
But if so, you would never know.
When I hold out a manuscript,
It doesn’t scream back at me, yet.
We require background checks
Of our fictional characters here.
You can pick up yours
Both as you enter and leave.
Calibrate your laughter if you can.
If not, just simply enjoy it.
