5 is Wood

Tradition says that five is wood
Which is funny because one is paper
And two is as forgettable as last night’s rain
If I cared about such things
As the number two or precipitation
And I can’t pick up a boat
Or a bookshelf, or a wooden plank
And I won’t buy a bamboo pole
Or a cherry red desk, or a door
Because those things are not memorable
In a world of commonplace wood
And anything else would be the same
Unless I try to think outside of the box
The plain box that sits under my window
Made of corrugated fibers that are not wood
I know. I’ve looked it up.
How amazing would it be to give you this box
Because it’s been here all the time
But that takes no sense of creativity
No je ne sais quoi
No imaginative trip to Pier 1 to achieve
And this is turning into a failure
This wanting to follow tradition
This reliance on someone else. Not you.
Whoever made up these stupid assignations
That tell me that three is leather
That four is fruit or flowers
And that five is some type of wood
I thought monogamy was a type of wood
I thought that monogamy might be enough
In a world of cheaters
But I have to find something wood
And I can’t
So here’s a gift card
To Pier 1
Go nuts.

Sam