Prayer clearly wasn’t working
I lift my left arm—I walk away from manslaughter
thinking, the middle click has been a great invention
I am reading entire websites in seconds
scanning images, clenching my teeth at the time
well spent writing ridiculous and inane reviews on shoes-
of-the-day under pen names. I really don’t like it,
these people. I hardly made it through Metropolitan
I didn’t like anybody, Tom, Audrey. Y’know, I actually cheered
them on. Lawen doesn’t like Charlie’s stutter,
I hadn’t even noticed he had one until she mentioned it.
I was busy making a chop-chopping motion with my hand
describing the movie, ‘It’s like, bam-bam-bam!’
But back to this great invention, and this website I didn’t read.
I wonder how many other websites are out there being not-read
in a matter of minutes. What is gross is the index.
There is an invisible layer of dried something on the desk
and it smells of ketchup. I’m praying for these poor, rich people.
