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
If we flood enough warehouses,
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.