I want the television to tell the truth.
I promise to search and save the titles
to my profile.
Come tomorrow,
we’ll commit ourselves
to the asylum of our bed.
We’ll lay and binge watch
Season and episode 1.
I’d be much happier if,
we could agree on the same title.
We could fold up
and ruin a beautiful Sunday together.
Close the world out
blackout curtains and all.
We’d be so grateful
when we’d finally commit
on the thing we’d watch.
There’s no greater feeling
than when we’re hooked
and can’t turn it off.
These forever hours
are what make us
touch and grab onto this place.
Somehow the junk food has no guilt,
and yet we’re always mindful
to leave the last bite.
Hand feeding each episode
we’d stop to talk, eat or go pee.
Let the twisted world
spin on around us
as our addiction feeds.
Missed we knew,
we wouldn’t be.
Role playing out in front of the other.
I swear it’s just you
that gets and understands me.
You’re my superhero,
I pretend not to notice.
Satisfied in watching you
saving the day for all the others.
Thankful for
this streaming channel,
our enabler,
letting us spend a handful of years
binge watching all at once.
