Superbowl last night,
And the camera panned a row of
Rocking in black leather chairs.
A movie star and her pro baseball player boyfriend,
Their eyes ultramarine against their tawny skin,
Her hair an enviably expensive and perfect blond.
Just at the moment the camera panned to them,
She took a few kernels of popcorn in the tips of her long fingers
And fed them to the baseball player,
Who snapped at them like a puppy,
One kernel sticking to his bottom lip
And then falling into his lap.
Normally, I am sensible on the subject of
I only have to imagine them
Taking a plunky shit
To bring them back down to
Was so decidedly
And so maddeningly
It made me wonder if perhaps these
In their nonchalant vitality,
Their concerns so far
Beyond what we
Regular folk deal with
That they would just
So spontaneously playful
In front of 111 million television viewers
Like feed each other
Who does that?