Where'd ya watch the Super Bowl?
I was on a couch,
eating Indian food,
and paying more attention
to the commercials
than the game.
The Super Bowl puts me in a bad mood,
because I cannot wrap my head around
how football became the spectacle it is.
I understand this year,
what with the Taylor Swift narrative,
but the game itself is awfully boring.
So I end up scrolling on my phone,
which I am trying not to do,
and I start thinking of you.
My memories are interrupted
by adulthood;
I want less
so I can have more.
My memories are spectacle, too.
Be present, they say,
in TikTok videos,
but that is am impossibility
when you are just watching other lives,
replaying your own,
wishing for more wishes,
stockpiling for the future
that will never happen.
In this moment,
writing this dumb poem,
I am present.
I am free.
So, where'd ya watch the Super Bowl?
...I wanna be Guy Debord when I live.