The Tennessee State Lottery
Is a bargain for anyone
Who needs a daily reminder
God doesn’t favor them.
A two-dollar lesson,
A ward against exceptionalism
Repeated routinely.
God will never let you play to win.
Work for it.
Laugh at me.
The Tennessee State Lottery
Is a bargain for anyone
Who needs a daily reminder
God doesn’t favor them.
A two-dollar lesson,
A ward against exceptionalism
Repeated routinely.
God will never let you play to win.
Work for it.
I saw an ad for this.
I saw an app for that.
French fries are available any time.
I can drive up, walk up, take out, eat in,
Or order a pizza instead.
I don’t want a pizza.
Or French fries.
I don’t want house of game of orange is the new dead.
I’m dying of exposure to lights and sounds and tastes and pounds of cheese and bread unbreaking.
Ice is all I want, and its freedom is metered.
The city rations out the rink like it’s freshwater on a lifeboat,
Sips of two-hour sessions two days a week,
If you can make them.
And what they miss,
what everyone misses,
Is that it’s really just water on a floor.
This is the moment of any time,
And we can seize it
Together,
If we flood enough warehouses,
Abandoned, unheated,
The city will never find them all.
I don’t want to say,
it’s like Uber for ice skating rinks,
But the precedents they set will help us in court.
Aspire like the stars
to radiate across the void
and hit something
in every direction
eventually.