Poem (Sometimes I Think Netflix Doesn’t Know Me at All)

he’s never thought
of wading hip-deep
into a bombed-out

Wal-mart full of
vomit toting a bag
of human remains

just as she’s never
thought of selling
her blood on eBay

for better blood
via PayPal their
scraped metadata

surviving them both
as her bottled memo
lost for 1,000 years

bubbles up to its
museum inclusion
as his hologram

rises out of a ditch
full of broken mo-
dems while a low

cloud dense with
particulate moves
over a city famous

for love

Brad Liening lives in Minneapolis, MN, and at bradliening.blogspot.com. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bad Pony, Faded Out, Nokturno, and elsewhere.