We watch the mirror with television bones
And count the days, logging them on our broken fingers
Tell me, how does the information age hold up
Compared to the good old days?
Can we listen to Elvis’s greatest hits,
Or does the reflection not hold up to the scrutiny of the third dimension,
Just like the stale smoke in a camarilla.
Quinn Crook (He/She/They) is a nonbinary writer from Illinois. They can be found haunting local coffee shops. Follow them on Twitter @QuinnCWriter1.