Kissing The Dot

KISSING THE DOT Our new black & white more full of snow than pictures holding the rabbit's ears just so (no...no...no...YES! ! ! ! ! ! !) holding it aloft like 9 year old Statue of Liberty watching with fascination as I DREAM OF JEANIE emerges to our chorused 'ooooOOOOO! ' Even turning it off was a thrill the little white dot dwindling to an infinity the electric static tingling our lips as we kissed it goodbye a pleasureable pain. Now after the bus crash lost in staticky snow I turn the set on off onoff watch the little white dot die again and again place my lips against the fading screen the electric kiss of Death.