The Adjacent Cubicle
for Tim Yu

(He enters, scratches head:

underbelly of the iceberg –
need not mind or damn well better?
the observation deck –
“it was like a reality show or something”

(briefcases rush past,
what copious gender!
the currency of thought
shows tails (despite the odds,
in a tinted window, your reflection
in the shade of skyscraper, the shallow bed
in which sand collects, (the cold side
which reminds us of
a genealogy of spoons
you can't quite put your tongue on.