the elbow

pushed, toward the front of the line
mucous bubblings
breathe
in
out
posture is everything; everything is nothing
‘why do you seem so nervous?’
‘uh…i…ah’
soon, all this will be swished.
spit.
loves are nonexistant on this plane
nothing is everything
taking note, moving on
cues from the man off camera
cocks his head;
something is being said into his headset
his head set,
he’s off,
the anchor head is improv
*smile*
‘one word, son–one word:
pestilence’
*smile*
and and
to everything
all that
of goes
you with
in it
t.v.
land,
good
nite.
swish.
spit.
remember-at least thirty seconds, or it’s a waste