My lover is a television My lover is a television playing fuzz on a loop. I am a remote. We don’t know if I am a broken remote or if he is a broken television. We don’t know if my batteries are dead or misplaced or alive. We don’t know if he is a working television with a broken satellite. We aren’t too sure how any of it works, the Apple TV or the wavering connection. And maybe the WiFi is out as it usually is. Because my lover is television fuzz, when he leaves me, he tells