Since she turned remote

She used to come to me

and turn the control

till silence was gone.

But now she keeps a

comfortable distance.

I hardly feel the brush

of fingers, merely

the thick coats

of desire’s dust

and the occasional

kicks of hope, now

my only pleasure

the sweet revenge

of fuzzy pictures

and missed episodes,

her faults my only solace

since she turned remote.

John.G.Hall ©2003