Tuesday, September 21, 2021

CONCLUSION

Every day, 
fresh trauma 
is minted,

is deemed 
too precious 
to spend—

is saved 
instead, 

is recklessly 
preserved, 

is obsessively 
earmarked 

for later
grows rotten. 

*

Then, one day,
just before your bullish 
toddler swipes away—

that photo of Earth 
as seen 
from space

as seen 
on the lockscreen 
of an outdated iPhone.

How long 
had we known
it would always be this way?

None of this 
could be lost. 

It all must be
forgotten.