Net. Flix.

Like an old television we found, when
we pulled into a cheap hotel
its silver screen flickering
never broken..

The curtains are threadbare
The light filters in from outside
The instant queue grows wide
And films play all day long
like an all day festival
that never grows tired
a projector that never dies
endless popcorn
endless candy
endless coke
endless film

The streets are empty
an old piece of trash is flying in the street
A kitten is playing with my finger
I am lying down
stretched long against the leather
my heart is still
leaning against the old sofa
and yet somehow
it all feels new
I Love You,
Alice B. Toklas