Boredom, RIP (Poem)
Do you remember, as a child,
Looking at trees?
Being bored, being at unease?
Waiting for a bus, or a friend?
Waiting for something to start, or end?
Reading the back of a cereal box,
Or the same ancient magazines,
Do you remember?
Do you remember, yesterday.
Having a moment alone?
Maybe in an elevator, or on the throne,
Then looking at your phone,
That instant, before it loads,
That’d be
The only boredom.
That you know.
