I lie back, letting the waves lap over me,
Picture my face.
It isn’t that of blissful sun burning happiness,
on a sandy shore, where my reportedly pretentious views outnumber the grains.
No.
It is in my own home.
Wi-Fi waves.
And the muted radio waves back,
As I do my best to absorb them and the smartphone
Isn’t smart enough, dishing out the pocket-cancer radiation
If you listen closely..
You’ll hear fuck all.
