The newspaper said this is the saddest
Sunday of all time
Eyes focused you read with the squiggle pinched
Between your eyes. The newspaper
Was a dagger to the digital age
Providing a few precious moments in bed
Not illuminated by the screens
Of our phones. Or the barrage
Of noises humming from the television
...So silently we stay
...And play a game
Where the newspaper knows we’re over
And we can face it from a distance
Like somebody else’s news.


Stephen M Crow
10/6 in this style

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