thank goodness for the ends of days.
arrive home in time to watch old heroes
escape from paradise, to shower off
the menopausal women, talking about
pyrex dishes and bread and butter pudding.
or betty who had her cat put down.
distressing stories passed around like herpes,
or someone’s packet of scampi and lemon crisps.
we say goodbye to the machine.
take refuge in the endless adventures of the screen.