## The tone of voice in a $29.99 oolong kombucha bottle makes me think maybe Radiohead was onto something
eeny meeny miney mo goes
the track order of ok computer like
it's up to chance whether the robots
take over or if we will live to wake
up and say good morning my love
to a face that is not already blurring
by the second you were led into
believing it could be true to you of
all people, the type of person who has
learned to keep her devotion in the
shadow of her hand for what?
was the lesson if she was not god,
if eyes do not open when she speaks,
if she is the one still on the ground
when the sun goes down and there is
nothing but a reminder she has no
band, there is no beloved to be annoyed
at, nothing left to read but the back
of the bottle — an orchid between
glass plates, an occasion for grace,
it says — the type of copywriting she
loves and hates at the same time,
words that are so proud to think they
contain the beauty of the heavens, so
secure to believe that those who drink
of its nectar have the time of a song
to spare looking away from the black
hole, considering not the things they
released to the bottom of the ocean
but drinking until they are
satisfied