“Sally Rooney”

I don’t watch movies on airplanes.

Others ask, and I ponder

Am psychotic for this?

I’m not sure.

Movies don’t typically intrigue me

Anyway. I don’t have a particular experience

When I watch one

Unless it is a thriller.

If such, I am

Unable to distinguish

Between the perceived anxiety

Manufactured by its storytellers

And the humming, drone

Of my everyday worry and fear

That everything I have ever done

And will do

Is incorrect.

I prefer to read Sally Rooney’s books

So that

The deepest thoughts that I can contemplate

Are those of her completely fictional

Character’s quest for the meaning

Of existence.

It’s calming to read

Coming-of-age novels

Where the characters are in their 30s.