I decided
not to berate myself
about the hour
I spent tonight
trolling the web
for bad Oscars outfits
like a piranha
the truth is
I enjoyed myself
in the floating way
contentment can hover
when I am not thinking
about anything
to do with me
just Anne Hathaway’s nipple
Reese Witherspoon’s prom dress
and the nest on top
of Tim Burton’s head
surely other animals do the same
mice gossiping about rats
and cats stalking the sky
wondering
at the shamelessness
of those bright red birds.