my satellite romance (a found poem)

there is nothing i want to remember forever,

so i am content with my unbeing in love

with anyone who needs a something blue.

the alignment of stars does not concern me;

this is not romeo and juliet.

(God is certainly no Shakespeare)

instead, i will pursue a romance with you -

safe, with your essence confined in 

the sixty-inch space on my bedroom wall.

i am soothed by your television smile,

drawn in by those billboard eyes.

(this ten o'clock dream dwarfs any dull reality)

you will never know me by any name;

i'll forever hold my peace (but not in pieces).