APAD #2: McNulty and Me

I love The Wire
(really as good as everyone says)
but have developed an unfortunate habit
of making and eating one sandwhich per episode.
The BBC are showing one every night.

You can understand my concerns then.
TV is killing me.

If my body gets much worse
then being me will become a job nobody wants
and if
(and understand, you only took it because you
absolutely had to goddamnit you needed the money)
you do take it, you quit
as soon as you fucking can
and it's not just that all your friends
have heard the stories of how awful it was,
it's that you've reached the point now
where anyone in the same building as you
just needs to reffer vaguely to the line of work
and everyone will look at you laugh

and you laugh too,
but only because you sat down one day
and let yourself breathe in the memory,
let your lungs somehow suck all the suffering
all the unrelenting horror out of those two/four/six weeks
(eighteen years)
and return the thought to your lips,
now in third person
so now you can smile at how vile the whole affair was

just so long as you don't think about it when you're alone
when it's dark
when you're trying to sleep.

[End.
Written whilst watching: The Wire
Edited whilst listening to: Yo La Tengo (specifically Last Days of Disco and Let's Save Tony Orlando's House)]