little secrets

I lay here in my recliner, and I huff on little secrets. I pull them out of thick air and pack them into my pipe, which I puff leisurely. This sustains me, much in the same way that watching your little news box sustains you. Much in that way, yes, the way you stare into the flashing lights that tell you that the world is dangerous but everything is okay because you’re an American and Americans are more dangerous than the danger so keep your head down and pay your taxes and things won’t get worse for you, no things will stay the way they are. You have come to accept the way things are. So. I huff on little secrets that I do not tell.