A psalm of Steve. A lament.
Steve: Subject of the verse. Little is known of the author. Likely an officeworker of the early 21st Century.
1 As the acacia thirsts in the relentless summer,
my soul longs for Steve.
2 His image is ever with me. It obscures my
workscreen. 3 It makes me restart
my daily calculations.
workscreen: devices to aid information processing were external4 It brings unclean reveries
upon me before sleep.
5 Long in his chair he reclines, brooding,
slender fingers keying absently.
6 Our cubicle gaps, in cruel alignment,
frame him in my sight
as an artpiece:
cubicle: cell for supervised wage labor7 skin like silk-paper, eyes of rosewood,
head in a cloud of russet curls
untame– 8 O, the magnificent disarray
of youth!
9 Would that a dozen years of age were
the mere barrier between us.
Alas, as befits an artpiece, I shall never touch,
only see.
10 I shall never have him in my privacy,
nor regale him with secrets,
nor behold him in his nakedness,
nor embrace him at my will.
privacy: sex acts were stigmatized, particularly in public
11 For Steve, above all, adores women,
and I, in my despair,
am a man.
women…man: intimacy was seen as a precursor to intercourse, with defined gender roles and preferences
12 Ever do my sufferings increase.
As Steve adores women,
yet more do women adore Steve.
13 In our vast room toil thirty or more.
14 At his station do they alight through the long day
like damselflies, circling and landing,
blinking their large eyes,
sending chemical signals.
damselflies: colorful folded-wing insects, made extinct when their food source, the mosquito, was eradicated15 Only by his disbelief of their advances
and ignorance of his own comeliness
has he not yet chosen from them
a girlfriend, yea,
a wife.
16 ‘Awkward,’ he deems himself,
‘geek,’ ‘nerd.’ 17 Would that the Lord had
rendered all His nerds
so brilliantly!
nerd: Epithet of unknown meaning. Could refer to residents of an ancient village, Brainerd.
18 Forgive me, O God,
for allowing Steve his delusion;
for not holding to his lovely face
the mirror of my trusted opinion.
19 For only by his delusion are his
time and attentions not consumed by women.
Only thus am I called ‘pal.’
20 Only thus am I favored, during the
brief rests of our workday, and afterward
in coffeehouses and bars and sport arenas,
with his company,
coffeehouses…bars: parlors in which workers imbibed liquid hallucinogens21 sweet even in its chastity
as any I’ve known.
22 In a time more sanguine, I once mistook
Steve’s indifference toward womankind
for the same as mine,
and near the close of one lengthy tavern evening
admitted to him of my love.
love: sexual23 ‘Of the many gathered here,’ he inquired,
‘if a man were to be yours,
which would you choose?’
24 ‘The one at my very elbow,’
I replied, heart leaping
at the question, thinking it a fulfillment
of eternal hope.
hope: was thought to be a virtue25 He shattered such with a laugh.
‘But be serious,’ he said. ‘My curiosity
is genuine. 26 Select from those
with whom the prospect might exist.’
27 At that moment barely would I have objected
had the plates of the earth opened
and dropped me solitary
into the pit
of hell.
hell: portrayed with ‘heaven’ as separate from human existence28 I indicated with a slumped finger
a barfellow not half as winning
as my companion,
29 then, weary to elaborate,
bid Steve likewise his preference
of the decidedly fewer females.
30 ‘That one there,’ he said without thought,
his consideration already made,
31 adding, ‘but she would never.’
Such was his refrain. For just as the human
eye cannot behold itself, Steve was,
among all in his orbit, the lone
unaware of his beauty.
32 That night, at bedside, like a boy
I prayed. 33 ‘O Lord, of the innumerable
officemates in your wide firmament,
why must the one in my constant view
be Steve?
prayed…Lord: objects of prayer were conceptualized as human, interactive34 Of what use is this tantalization?
35 How am I to proceed, having seen
what I was content not having imagined,
knowing now, by what I can never possess,
the barrenness of my own life?’
36 God had no rejoinder, not that night
nor many more that ensued
with Steve at my side,
loyal, glorious,
fruitless.
rejoinder: see note immediately above
37 Come the holidays, and in our workchamber
is made a festival, with boughs
and wreaths and all manner of bright decoration,
tables heavy with treats and refreshment.
holidays: certain days of the calendar were imbued with symbolic importance, to alleviate laborers’ tedium38 All but instantly a feminine hive
forms around Steve. 39 He seeks me out regardless,
as if his popularity on the evening
were a mere product of probability
and mathematics.
40 We converse, as ever, but on this afternoon
his gaze falls not so fixed upon me.
41 I trace its line, and at its end
find a woman of shy, unutterable beauty,
jewel-eyed and gold-haired,
visage not so unlike his former tavern favorite,
with naught save a punchcup
to amuse her.
punchcup: container for drink, sometimes narcotic
42 What happens next can I scarce explain
except to say, it is in my power alone
to do. 43 Inventing a need for rest, I shed Steve,
and interrupt my return to take
some punch beside the maiden.
rest: waste elimination44 To steer her to the topic takes
only a hello. 45 ‘Friend of Steve?’
she wishes to know. ‘Only the best,’
I say. ‘Are you acquainted?’
46 She sips, marshaling her nerve,
then offers, ‘Not so much
as I would like.’
nerve: declarations of sexual admiration were discouraged among strangers47 ‘You must not be timid,’ I advise,
as a prisoner might load a bullet
for his own execution.
48 Her doubt matches what his would have.
‘Broach no misgivings,’ I tell her firm.
misgivings: rejection was generalized, feared‘Do not hesitate. 49 I am confident
in my counsel, for Steve and I
have passed together many hours,
and I know him so well.’
50 Now in my solitude do I find
no measure of relief.
51 Not enough of him, it seems,
was preferable to my yearnings
than none at all.
52 Nor is my love so pure
as to make his delight sufficient
for mine.
pure: some authorities substitute ‘asexual’53 Our appointments are set for
a soon that never comes; 54 the object
of our idle daytalk no longer us
but her.
55 ‘A miracle,’ he calls it true.
How much truer a miracle would mine be,
when of ten Steves full nine
would nature steal?
miracle: most events were considered probable56 In charity there is no sense. In faith
there is no hope. 57 Each is
at the mercy of another, yet we govern
but our selves.
faith…hope: were often confused58 I shall never be repaid,
nor shall my prayer be answered.
59 In Steve there was no purpose.
It dwelled alone in me.
In Steve…in me: Would have been seen as contradictory. Would not have been understood.