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late-night commercial break

i can’t shut off the
teevee. well, it’s
not a teevee, it’s
a laptop. steven
yuen in convers
ation with pedro
pascal. you’re
probably thinking,
that is, if you think,
that of course i can’t
leave my teevee, can’t
divert myself away from
this wonderful duo in
conversation with each
other in order to write 

this poem. surprise! 

there was a commercial, 

of course, just like old
school teevee. but
the conversation is
only a third completed,
which means that i keep
hitting alt-tab to look back
at it, and there’s yuen, frozen,
in that scene in beef in which
he’s at church, eyes closed,
and something pretty rad
transpires. a thing to which
many of us can totally relate,
but that most of us who relate,
in some way, can’t possibly relate 

to this pivotal moment that we

are seeing on the screen. on 

my laptop. i’m having a night.
it’s late. getting close to 4am. 

nothing new for me, but 

i do hate this night owl
tendency, which i proclaim
genetic. i hate it and i love
it. in that sleep is a waste
of time sort of way, and
knowing that in the
particular quiet of
night there are
things that can
get done in ways
that cannot get
done at any
other time.