Day 30: Dobject's Person Whose Picture is On Your Desk

At my desk

there is no chair:

too lazy.

Near my desk

there are no pictures:

too distracting.

On my computer

there is no background:

too personal.

On my desktop

there are no faces:

too familiar.

Don't stare too long

or drink deep at the screen.

Nothing too interesting.

Just

words.

Blank space.

But who writes

at their desk anymore?

A typewriter suffices.

So burn the desk.

But if I didn't alarm every morning

from a song on iTunes,

and sip coffee to the email

like brief excuses,

and if I didn't have an allowance

but of one picture

ever,

but never for amusement,

it would be the call I make

every morning

and most evenings

to her computer from mine.

A tiny colored square,

with a face and a voice

against a blank black background;

the only living picture. 

Gladly pulls me from

my Draconian deckings,

and I'd rather she would,

living and breathing,

than any else thing.