Tuesday, July 5, 2016

THE SHAPE OF THINGS

Earth
is really melting—

two degrees
Celsius by the

end of the
century. 

You don't 
understand, I can't

die. No not
me. No not yet.


Proximities change.
Days wane.

Gradual faces and 
street traffic waxing—

never the same 
sorts of 

patterns 
again. And still—almost all

kids'll laugh 
at

pancakes
like Mickey Mouse.