"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.