"boop boop beep beep boop bup bip beep" go the alerts and synaptic responses
too fast to process, too repetitive to want to
"spit that out, it's toxic" I warned
as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid
he would slice open a vein and welcome drama directly if she asked him to
surreptitious texting continues beneath the table
eyes downcast, thumbs flying across the screen
"nothing good can come of this" I continue
but as with all addictions, compulsion reigns supreme.
caution and courtesy to the wind, as they say
tomorrow is another day
he'll quit her then.