"At the Movies"
Bullets never grazed my side. Supermodels in torn dungarees never debased themselves in my office.
I don't even have an office, or a murderous skinflint tracking me, his ubiquitous henchmen proposing gunfire from rendezvous to final car chase fireball. I don't even own a car.
Although I like this popcorn, abundant and bland, chewed in the dark, it cannot make me comply with cinema. I sat through twenty minutes of wide-screen commercials for this seat, soft as a loving giant's hand.
As quick-cut car chase nears fireball, I glance at my neighbors rapt in flicker. Are they the licking flames? Others sneer and throw dynamite.
If it were real it would be a tragedy, not just a town meeting.
[throwaway '00]
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