Space in the City

is expensive. Some poor don't clutter theirs
with many things. Just themselves. So,
when the memo came out about enforcing
a clean-desk policy, I realized how physical
I was. There arrayed for display
are my worldly possessions-

my digital clock, black;
perpetual calendar, in metal, bronze;
pen holder, full of vendor-branded pens;
magnetic stick-on, as souvenirs;
company-issued laptop;
telephone unit (with my local number);
my PDA on its cradle;

and a picture of you,
big and in color.

Darling, there is an explicit instruction
to take your picture off my desk.
Like the city's poor removed
from squatting on private spaces,
I have to remove your picture
from theirs.