Most days, it's
a struggle
just getting out
of bed in the
morning—because after
all
these years, you still
can't recall—
which name
they're using
to call
your generation,
so you're
never quite sure
which side
is the wrong one—let alone
what clothes
you're
supposed to put on. All
you really
have to go
on, is—the fact that,
later on,
you'll greedily eat—porridge
of yogurt and almonds and berries and granola—
as if there never
was any
gasoline shortage.
