Links

I stand there

talking to some guy,

trying to take in

everything he says.

Giving him all my attention. But my eyes notice,

that my shoelace is undone. A white lace,

lying on a black tile.

My lace and foot are connected to the floor.

I try to focus,

but my eyes keep

returning to the floor,

with it’s checkered accuracy, Square Black,

Square White.

Looking forward

I see a chair,

attached to the floor. On the chair

there was a word —”Shit”—

Why is this there?

I doubt the person who made the chair, is named Mr. Shit.. Maybe a boring class, or a stupid person,

is the cause.

Or maybe it was a note

of something that had to be done.

I don’t know! It’s useless!

From the chair to

the floor, my eyes return. Advancing across the floor. Square Black

Square White.

Then the floor links to a foot, which links to a leg, up and up

it links to a head.

It’s a man.

Some guy.

He’s talking For how long? I don’t know.

Our eyes meet, he stops talking, and waits.

I smile,

nod and say

“I completely agree.”

He says “Good-bye,”

and steps away, Square Black, Square White, out of the room, which connects to a hall.

Who was that guy?

—Alex Field