A Silicon Valley millionaire
pays me nine dollars an hour
to be his coffee table.

He doesn’t use a coaster.

At night
the vape pen softens an image: trees
burning from the inside.

I can’t dream, but God
has enough content for
a new video.

It’ll be an apology, and he’ll
cry like a crocodile
on camera.

Coleman Bomar (he/him) is a writer who currently resides in Middle Tennessee. His written works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in Blink Ink, Drunk Monkeys, Eunoia Review, Maudlin House, X-R-A-Y, and many more. He enjoys 90’s grunge music, and dogs who are too friendly.