On Firefox’s Most Visited Button

I’ll admit I’ve been afraid to click. There are times
when you want a little illusion about yourself, the way

your eyes stray always back to the same sites, not
from anything more than the hope of seeing a train

plow through someone’s life. You click. You click.
The clock ticks forward and you click again and at five

you startle from that reverie and rush home to learn
what scandal you might have missed while the train

plowed through someone’s front yard. You never learn
that there is nothing new, no one weird trick, you click

and the clock runs and you are forty five
and you shrug and think you didn’t need youth anyway

not the way you feel when you are wasting time.