Sadie
by Tobias Deehan

You know, cold cereal is on the decline.
Sundays filled with sky, opera and desserts empty.

Cut flowers, sunsets keep coming against my will.
The anticipation of Good Morning empty
New England Fall.
Of fire rockets against the Niagara, apple eating
on Broadway, grabbing breath after breath.

Take me aback and carry with me
because we are not perfect day and day.

An apron drifts.
Each syrup reflex opening my eyes.

Hand over leg intertwine, knees bent of mist
in waking the virgin lift of raising one leg.
Tell me we all matter
with no covenants
and whisper the end of science.

Desired love does not change
we do.
It is not that I don't care for you.
It seems you need things
I can't provide.

Each life is a kingdom

empty.

What would we do without waste paper baskets?

Tobias is a staff member of the Executive Education program at USC.