Today I had to click the “accept”
box on a privacy agreement.
To use a pair of earbuds.
That I paid for.
There was an app and everything.
It took pictures of my ears.
For “research” it said.
Perhaps we should take things
down a notch.
Brent Hearn writes poetry, plays, fiction, and comedy. His work has appeared in Defenestration, Drunk Monkeys, The Offbeat, and on various Mississippi stages. He’s @rollnwrite on Twitter, @armbard on Instagram, and @pipinhotbakedgoodlover in your hearts.