So here we are—
our post popular series
of big-
budget nightmares
has been greenlit
for another season.
Which is good
since I'm still trapped here
under that avalanche
of my own first
draft pages
of the narrative—
hogtied and lips blue,
praying
to be rescued
by you, same as ever—only,
this year,
in order to bolster ratings
and dash
all expectations,
I'm guessing—
in a much more spectacular,
reckless, and
improbable fashion.
