This poem has nothing to do with the 30/30 Poetry Facebook prompt (junk mail). It just came to me while I was doing dishes, and I have a lot of other work to do today so I’m going to run with it.
Things that keep me up at night
driven by an irrational fear
that it might suddenly disappear
from my watch list, last night
I binge-watched the third season
of Victoria on PBS Masterpiece
The Daily Compost 