Ode to Material Things and Dreams of Domesticity

Give me a pot and some hot water
and I'll cook us a plate of pasta
with red sauce and we'll have salad
with olive oil and red vinegar.
We'll drink it down with glasses of red wine
full-bodied and fragrant.

When we're done, you'll rinse the dishes and we'll
go to the family room to watch a movie we rented yesterday.
It will be praised by all the critics or maybe
by only a few, but we'll enjoy it regardless

On our soft couch afterwards we'll fall asleep
in each others' arms
Outside it's raining and inside
we're not thinking of world hunger and poverty
inequalites, deaths, prejudice, or homophobia
no, we're sleeping in each others' arms
with dreams of green meadows and yellow sun and
each other
on the tips of our eyelids.