In theory, state-of-art technology
detects your hands with sensor
to release one measured shot of lather.
Like a young and faithful spouse this attractive,
high performance, counter mount dispenser
puts out reliably and freely (many times before
it needs attention) ample metered doses of
luxurious ejaculate. To activate
just wave your hand for
perfect handwash magic.
In practice, in museum’s powder room,
old sensor’s eye goes roving.
Nothing happens when you move your hands
to beckon soap. But touch-free motion
merely in vicinity of spigot (calibrated not
to waste a single drop of cleansing rinse)
causes precious foam to shoot robotically,
repeatedly, and, useless as an aged philanderer,
trickling its fluid down the drain.
Catherine Lee explores poetry as a percussive voice either as a soloist reading at poetry events or with jazz musicians when sitting in “on poem.” Her mentor, Beat poet/hipster tedjoans shared his “Jazz is my religion” griot philosophy; today Lee carries this legacy forward. From San Antonio TX and Asheville NC, Lee creates multimedia poetry archived at Soundcloud and VIMEO, and blogs about exceptional jazz poets at Facebook’s Jazz Ovation Inn. Lee’s writing appears in recent anthologies: Rapture; Beat-itude; Weary Blues; Poets Facing the Wall; Descansos.