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.