Dr. Feynman Said
Dr. Feynman said
You will wait a very long time
Before the shattered teacup at your feet
Leaps up to reassemble in your hand
You would have to wait
A longer time
Than all the time
Since time began til now
Times ten, times thousands
A long, long time
To wait for your next cup of tea
Dulcinea
The girl (krinkle hair) is anxious to smile
She projects prettiness beyond the facts
(Facts are the enemy of Truth, says Quixote)
(I believe him)
She lacks nothing
I even catch in bits from across the room
a pleasant tautness in her voice
— exactly right
Though she’s anxious to smile, she
doesn’t — she
tilts her head back as if she were
afraid her smile would spill over her lips
auburn hair
makeup in shades of magenta
her clothing clasps her by the waist
by the hips
and swings down
Laughter jiggles the smile loose,
it spills into the room
She lacks nothing