that time
both flattens and
distinguishes things?
(Picture your whole life,
flat as a flapjack—
yet distinct
from every other one
in the stack.)
*
How is it
we find time
to watch parodies, reboots,
remakes, tributes?
To endlessly
grade them, from
vile to entertaining—
that is:
after a while, all pretty
much the same.
*
All the talking heads on television
trying to define the apocalypse.
As if
the luckiest among us
wouldn't come
to miss everything;
As if cessation
would be something
recognizable,
and lack
could ever happen
on terms
that were ours.
