You were never one to watch television.

"Nothing good is ever on." You'd say,

"It's just not for people like me."

Like us, I wanted to correct you

Television runs of RBH, tube-scrubbed neon jungles

assaulting eyes with an information superhighway

of really not that much

Your shades of chalk pastel shift in the changing light

you really have gotten better with age

The cool-toned contortions of your skin have relaxed,

so too have your hands and heart. You look comfortable

Televisions girls are taught so tight their bones may as well tear out

There's romance in that tension, or at least television says there is

But now, with you pale, placated and polluted by time,

I have never seen anyone more beautiful

Why don't we stay here until the camp chairs wither under our weight,

until the tubes break down from water damage,

until there's something good on television.