Just to keep things confusing, I’m using Maureen Thorson’s Day 4 prompt–spaceship names from Iain M. Banks–as inspiration for this poem.
THE INTELLECTUAL AND THE DOMESTIC IMPULSES ENGAGE
IN A FRANK EXCHANGE OF VIEWS
Ordinarily, I suffer from an onslaught of abundance.
We need milk. We need postage stamps.
We need sandwich bread, bananas, and jam.
I refuse to fall victim to ambient distraction.
We need more frozen burritos,
the ones with not too much rice and just
the right amount of cheese.
Principally, each interruption is an apocalypse
Will you put your laundry in the basket?
Will you pick up those Legos from the floor, please?
Fortunately, some conflicts of interest
are grist for good thought.
We need sliced turkey and more applesauce.
Tissues. Peanut butter.
Did Tiresias have a family?
Would his wife have been a prophet, too,
or is one oracle per generation enough?
We need yogurt and a little more culture.
We could use beer and a little less fizz.