## 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