The static on the screen cuts through Tom Cruise's
intense dissent. His out-of-sync annoyance
is white, and so is mine; the box refuses
to calibrate, and so do I. Flamboyance
is never listed in the manual, which
advises not to fling remotes in Spanish,
Chinese, et cetera. I hit the switch
for English, but it only seems to banish
Minority Report to DVR.
I'll watch it when it comes to Pay-per-view.
For now, the TV wins. The score so far
is 40-love. My future can't get through
the doubt that referees aren't watching, or
that nobody is really keeping score.
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