Ah, you have learned to do something
my family has never ever accomplished:
You can speak for a hundred hundred hours
and never say anything
that bothers me.
Nothing of substance, maybe.
This new kind of public radio
is a thing I can get behind,
as the eye behind the webcam
and the ear behind the mic.
An ear that’s tired and needs a break
from political complaints and bad news chewed like cud
and yet, it’s lonely too, and in need of chatter–
So in short thanks
for the hundred hundred videos you posted
of yourself playing Tetris and talking about
the old lady you saw at the grocery store.
I crave rest far more than fame,
and you trade me one for the other–
and for a cut of the ad revenue, of course.
I don’t mind paying you in attention.
That’s the kind of currency I can spare right now.