the speed pass,
we want
instant coffee,
the microwave.
we want the screen
to appear, to stop
buffering
and get clear.
instant gratification
is our goal.
we want the third date
on the first date.
we want our
tickets stamped,
our fast food quicker.
we want
our overnight delivery,
our water to boil.
our waitress
to pick it up
as she lingers with
the check.
we want to get out
of here.
get on to the next.
we want the call,
the text.
we have no patience
for the sun
to rise, for the traffic
to move.
we want what we
want and we
want it now.
we are babies in
the crib, whining
on our backs,
turning blue.
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