I am sifting through the news
from a place that’s far away.
A place I will never travel to
and that’s okay.
“Young man warns others of
‘surfer’s myelopathy'”
and
“Pumpkin spice Slurpees
arrive at 2 stores.”
These articles call to me
for various reasons.
I don’t know what “myelopathy” is.
But I suppose it’s serious,
and I feel a great deal of alarm
at my own hypochondriac myelopathy.
As I twitch.
Myelopathy, as it turns out,
is the “neurologic deficit
related to the spinal cord,”
which pertains to this surfer.
I also have the mental image
of a bunch of people storming
a 7-Eleven for pumpkin Slurpees–
because they don’t know
what to do with their life.
“Someone who went to the O.C. Fair
is now a millionaire” and
“Teens want a ‘broccoli’
haircut. What is it?”
We are enriched by media every day.
I really can’t account for the Slurpee.
I suppose it’s actually good.
A cold chug of Slurpee slush
may raise the spirits
in these trying times.
