I’m studying grainy NASA photos of Pluto, that dead dwarf,
with its ice mountains, its frozen nitrogen seas—such grey gloom—
before clicking on
living color headshots of that infamous couple,
the San Bernardino killers. They’re side by side
but they sure look lonesome staring into the surveillance camera.
Scrolling down from there I find
that Justin might be growing up and taking his Beliebers with him.
Also, Angelina and her lucky brood are traveling in Africa, sans Brad,
who has apparently been forgiven by Jennifer
while further on I read
Muslims must do more to stop Radical Islamist Terrorists.
On the other hand non-Muslim mass murderers are deranged.
Who can stop them? If their brains say kill—even schoolkids—they will.
I keep scrolling and
discover the dog best suited to my personality.
Oh, and did you know cats are terrified of cucumbers?
CJ Muchhala lives in Shorewood, WI, near that ever-changing personality, Lake Michigan. Her work has been nominated for the Best of Net and Pushcart prizes. Recent poems can be found in the anthologies Van Gogh Dreams, Ariel, and Waters Deep, and on-line at Your Daily Poem.