Are you still watching? The screen going blank to save

itself, or cutting cold to a red-brick maze?

You can only live so long before you hurt,

at least, a fly, only long so long

before you’ve slept in every room of longing

’s curious house, which generates its corners

more the more you try to turn them. Sleep

mode overcomes me, haunted by the next episode,

my future queued in stacks like postcards sent

before untimely death (the only kind), arriving after

over what appears to be that “It”

that nobody won’t shut up about. Anyway,

if anyone’s still watching, I go blank

to save myself, let the autoplay ride.