Binge
A Poem
We on this couch watch episode after episode.
We on this couch say just one more.
We on this couch feel protection
radiating from the screen. New episode, new season,
lather, rinse, repeat, we exist in a bubble.
One series ends, then another and onto the next.
Each show a shield, each show a buffer
between us and this couch and the fear, dread and generalized
uncertainty of whatever is out there, in the air,
out there in the realms of decision making and powers that be,
out there in the strange war between science and narcissism,
We are in here.
We binge and binge on the predictability of TV.
We binge and binge on the characters, their routines, their antics, their tropes.
We take note as it is noon, then midnight and as something existed in between.
But on this couch we float on the sea of distraction
as we hang on to whatever it is that makes us feel safe
whatever it is that feeds us a bit of common, normal, laugh tracks or not
we may be escaping we may be coping
but at least we are doing it
together.
©Jenny Justice. All Rights Reserved.
Jenny Justice, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here.
