I've lost the ability to give
a fuck about laundry, or logos -
for this disease, there's no
twelve-step.
The cure is pure dee-why-ay.
How did talking through
laundry or a logo ever substitute
for conversation?
Your big-screen is a sleek
black sham, and so are
you unless you
focus on (the human) family,
in all its fabled, twisted glory.
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