Watch

By Branson Neuman

I hate the word watch. I’d rather say time piece. As if it’s a piece of time. As if humans could purportedly, Possibly, Perceive the universal significance of time. As if we could contain and retain a moment. A man made and constructed thought. As if temporal quintessence is something a Rollie or AP could tell me. I’m a victim to invicta indicative of a sickness. To think I could place this concept on my wrist. As if I could wear it. As if I could rewind it.

As if I could catch it. As if I could

stop it.

With a nice

Watch.