All were hunched in fear as we looked and saw
Our eyes glued to the pixels counting down
The end. My father’s face began to sink,
My mother hid in the next room and prayed
For hope as the minutes stretched to hours,
The hours to days.
As for me, I loved it. I saw the men
And women on the stage,
Their hairspray and suits and glitter dresses
All screaming for my attention.
It was like glam rock. I ate it up.
But by morning the shock came to haunt me.
My mom lost sixty million friends that night.
I gained a bit of bitterness myself,
Got the idea in my head that the World
Is always out for you, your head,
And the things that you care about.
The only way to live is to bite your lip
And keep walking through this “familiar” world
Where a mangy bulldog is the idol
And affection of so many people.
By the end of that night, I would care a
Little less about the world, about how
People looked at me and I looked at them.
Now I smile and wave, nothing to it.