Tired of Windows by Sharon Black
I’m tired of windows cluttered with neon lights
in the shape of ice cream cones and milkshakes not
to mention the handwritten poster of Today’s Specials.
I’m tired of everything co-opted — fields
used for football at summer’s end when you have to ignore
the faint lines of baseball, the box for a brand new
washing machine that’s someone’s house
placed over a steam grate for a furnace,
a 1997 Farmer’s Almanac used as a paperweight
on your desk in Chelsea. I’m sick
of Munch’s Scream since it became a Halloween mask,
school gymnasiums used for emergency shelters,
the bridge of monkeys Dr. Doolittle crossed’escaping the Jolliginki over raging waters.
I’m sick of that dumb blonde joke about not being
able to walk and chew gum at the same time.
Why should she have to?
I’m tired of your hand turned visor in some kind
of suspended salute to the sun. I’m tired
of paper airplanes that can’t hit the wastebasket,
of purpose not allowed to be singular, and love
unless it’s the real thing in a movie or magazine.
That aspirin may also be good for the heart
only makes me tired to do homonyms
and subtexts, irony and synecdoche.
I’m tired of measuring up.
Sharon Black is a librarian at the Anneberg School for Communication, University of Pennsylvania. She has poems published in a variety of journals and has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2005 and 2007. This poem was published in Artful Dodge 50/ 51© in 2012. Accompanying image selected by Ananya Shrestha, Editorial Assistant, found here. Please visit our website for plenty of publicly visible content!