On any given day
I live

In varying degrees

Of
blinding
deafening
& exquisitely
blissful
denial

Denial

Of
how much money
I have spent

Of
how many
mega & giga bytes
I’ve used
on my incomprehensible
international
data
& calling plans

Of
how much sugar
I have eaten

Of
how much alcohol
I’ve drunk

Of
how disappointing
are the limitations
of love
& of friendship

Of
how numbingly
single
I’ve become

There’s a certain
palpable
joyous solace

In
Living
In

Such heightened states of

Delicious
Exquisitely
Absurd
Denial