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.