There’s nothing like snuggling up
in front of the TV and unwinding
with a good memory.
I can nuzzle into the wedge of my couch
with a faux-fur blanket and relive my childhood
spent within the halls of Bayside High,
on the window seat of Clarissa’s bedroom,
sitting in the cozy booths of the Peach Pit,
and staring at the top of Stimpy’s beautiful red butt.
How my love of 90s TV
teaches me to live in the present.