We drive 3 hours to buy a T.V.
with a broken screen, to watch cooking shows at dawn,
when the bats fly back to their caves and under bridges
that we traverse,
secretly fearing that it will crumble,
the river below
swallowing us whole, taking our bodies,
still strapped with our life-protecting seatbelts,
out to the ocean
for the sharks and octopi,
but we don’t think about this as we stop
for breakfast sandwiches and black coffee
on our way to buy a T.V.
with a broken screen
to watch cooking shows,
even though we don’t have electricity
in our apartment
I don’t even know how to toast bread
without burning it to a crisp,
yet we drive and drive and drive
listening to disco music
and thinking about the journey back.