You still can’t sleep. Maybe it’s too comfortable; too much like staying at a relative’s house, a relative that you don’t really like who doesn’t know that.
I thought of it then, how there was no sadness / at the service, the chubby crying aunts / you only know as chubby crying aunts.
On the day they found you, Disneyland / shut down It’s a Small World, / but only the music and the lights. People / watched, stunned, the doll children dance / to the hum of their own motors / and splashing water, lit only / by the faint, red exit sign.
It wasn’t even a real Namco game, I learn / from Googling. It was a bootleg. A better, tougher Pac-Man, / made by hackers. Instead of suing, Namco bought the rights.
In 1982, Midway Games released Joust and I turned one. It’s 97 kilobytes, / far smaller than one of those floppy disks that didn’t exist yet / and don’t exist anymore.