TV and Me
I have been hanging out with TV—as I like
To call him—for years, and now
We’re finally going to make it legal
I remember thinking so often: the men
On TV–They’re so cute! Till one day
I realized: Schmuck! It’s TV that’s cute!
TV was dashing, well-traveled
Sensitive, entertaining as hell
Always ready with a joke
Or a reassuring word.
And oh my God, the things
That guy knew about. There’s, like,
Nothing I can think of
That he’s not an expert on
A long time passed before it
Snuck up on me: we weren’t
Just friends any more. Like a real
Lover, he was always with me
Even when we were apart
At work, out with friends, I’d
Catch myself thinking: When
Will I see him again? What’s he
Up to tonight? Maybe I should
Check his schedule. Was he
Thinking about me? Then
The next time I’d see him, it was just
So endearing: he’d saved up a ton
Of wonderful things to share just with me
I worried: How do you tell real love from
Infatuation? I knew I yearned for him
But I wondered: Did he . . . desire me, too?
I mean, he never made a move
But maybe he’s just old-fashioned that way
Things got serious. More and more
He talked about us being together
Same time next week, then months from now.
Before long it seemed like we found reasons
To be together every day
Seasons came and went
And we were still together
TV was ready to tie the knot
While I was still on the fence
Because here’s the thing:
TV’s always known me
Better than I know myself
I don’t know why it took me so long
Maybe I just couldn’t believe
TV was as wonderful as he seemed.
Maybe I just wasn’t ready
For someone to accept me just as I am
But TV—TV made me see that I’m beautiful,
That I’m worthy of love, that even my faults
Are just opportunities for improvement.
And TV—TV really helped me with that.
I brought TV home with me
Introduced him to the folks
Mom took me aside:
Son, what are you waiting for?
He’s gorgeous. And in case
You can’t see it, he’s crazy
About you. Are you sure
He’s gay? Because I’d throw over
Your dad in a sec for this one.
I think she was joking.
Oh yeah, I saw TV giving my mom
The eye, engaging my dad
With his banter about home
Entertainment centers
And gardening implements.
He’s just so full of charm
It’s like a light that shines
Out of every pore. If
He has a fault, it’s that
Once he gets turned on,
You just can’t shut him up.
No one’s ever given so much
Of himself to me and it’s like–
I don’t know, like he needs
Nothing from me but devotion
And he makes that so easy to give
One thing we’re sure of: the wedding
Will be a small, private affair. Because
After all, whatever we seem to be
Out in the world, at heart we’re both
Happiest when it’s just the two of us
Communing the whole of an evening
Till I drift off to sleep
In the warm glow of his love
Call me a fool, but I feel like
This is forever. The two of us
Making our own little world, two
Hearts as one, eyes for only each other
although
Lately the internet has been glancing at me
With the strangest look in its eye
Bernard Welt’s poetry has appeared widely in journals, art catalogs, and anthologies including The Best American Poetry 2001 and 2024. He has received a US National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writers Fellowship and a Lambda Literary Awards nomination.