Talk Show
Warm. Shirtless. Typing. Pedaling
on a stationary bicycle for mind
through streets black with people
in White Night.
Greetings. Hatred. False hellos
and fast farewells to
herds of clapping primates
and precious canines.
They like it and yell under windows.
One of them has won something
and the others circle him with smiles
and sticks.
Smile for the cameras, apes—
none of this is real
and we’ll
be right back.
