12.2.18

A time of sweetness
is sure to follow this one
of savory excess. Let that sink in.
Elsewhere, drifters congregate,
congratulate. Their next
commercial break may be their last.
I’m not dropping out or nothing,
only relapsing, nerves a-poppin’
to satisfy some demiurge.
How’s my heart rate faring
under the new distress code?
Not that I’m keeping score.

-r. miller

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