In The Windowless Room Poem by Robert Rorabeck

See me after school in the windowless room
Sitting next to the sixteen year old Mexican girl—
Not a scar on my face
Can hide my uneasiness, but she has control Over
Every blade of grass,
And even the airplanes become her angels
Of the sky,
Until we become lost from ourselves,
Going home to see the old families before
The televisions—
Those whom we've enjoyed so many Christmases
Together
That even the snowflakes have become sick of
Turkey—
Soon it becomes Chinese New Year—
And all of the people dance and light off fireworks
Upon their make-believe continents,
Just as you can assume that they've been doing—
Yet Antarctica remains nearly empty and
Yet as big as Russia—
Can we go to see each other there, sixteen year old
Mexican girl,
And make our own continent out of her—
Disrobe our minds of the holocausts of our anyways
Societies—
And see what emotions cut from the papers that
We are yet to believe.