The Poem You Wouldn't Show Anyone

Whether you do or not,
the muffled tone of truck wheels
staticing in the distance
feels so definite that
all these fantasies I have
just don't matter. My kids
sleep upstairs and still
I would hate to write a sentence
like this. This guy on TV
is tapping the tips of fingers
together illustrating the cohesive
nature of his point, which "could
head off what could
be a potential disaster." But
we know that I can't sustain
this forever.
Neither can you.
We are together in this, doing this
boring thing. Really, I'm
just reaching out but it is so selfish
that it appears I'm reaching in.