when you fell asleep on the couch
in front of the tv
you'd wake up at two
in the morning to the black and white
buzz
on the screen.
the crackling static.
this ends our broadcasting
day
it reads. there's a high pitched
whistle
like a bomb
is on its way.
but now. you wake up,
and it's i love lucy is playing,
or gunsmoke, or a commercial
for ginzu knives
or how to lose twenty pounds
in twenty days
with a powder you stir into water.
in this day and age
there is always money to be made,
i take the number down.
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