Riding home
in our parents' cars together,
sometimes
the silence would feel impenetrable.
But now—in ours,
it more just feels unanimous
and terrific.
It's like how, back then—
some kinds of beauty
were deemed too true to be useful:
steely, indomitable,
and about as expensive
as a mono-
chromatic necklace of pearls;
whereas
many now are simply too good
to be true: like
that invaluable, polysyllabic jewel
which presently,
I'll give you—and which contains
too many facets
of fierce, simple elegance
to ever resemble
your regular name.
