Murder & Munchies: A Love Story

Friday sprawled on the couch,
remote in hand,
click to True Crime Weekly,
where killers have fan clubs.

Cereal killers got nothing
on these crime connoisseurs;
they eat bloody details
with a side of sass.

Popcorn pops, beer cans hiss,
narrators deadpan
while bodies stack
like grim Legos.

Memes wait in the wings,
Twitter feeds buzzing,
casting couch critics
solving crimes by snack light.

The horror’s half the fun,
the snark, the safety net,
laughing at madness
with crumbs on our chins.