Voices, then the driving around in circles,
and you on the floor - teletubbying - holding onto your braids
for stability, the ferry wobbling across the River Styx.
You thought you could outfox UPS
but the package arrived
(or at least the torn wrappings would seem to indicate).
You spent the next few hours (which seemed like days)
on the couch, ready to beeline.
At the launch, texts bottlenecked.
Doesn't it seem as if these scenes play out again and again?
An HBO miniseries, perhaps?
No need to convalesce.
Click Accept, and with your credentials and EZPass
you'll be able to sail though tollbooths
disregarding the implied rule of dinner party conversations
that stipulates tone over content.
