Cable TV Dinner
My grandmother watches
a game show intently.
Wide eyes tucked
behind loose skin.
Skin much tighter
in 1966;
Ringo’s suit
matched the screen.
My grandmother watches
a game show intently.
Wide eyes tucked
behind loose skin.
Skin much tighter
in 1966;
Ringo’s suit
matched the screen.
It’s easy to say that there is nothing romantic about toilets. Being the main catalyst in disposing of human waste, it’s only rational to find them filthy; the butt of low-effort jokes. What is romantic about pungent smells stirring in humid still air? However, toilets being treated as such leads to a further lack of care in comfort rooms. Only then is there really nothing romantic about toilets.
Fantastical tales used to end with “And they lived happily ever after”. But on the internet, they end with “And everyone clapped”.