just a joke
whose punchline we
have memorized,
and the future
is a cruse ship
whose tagline is
"unsinkable,"
then the present
must be the decimal repeating
after all
that we're capable
of recording
with our devices
is divided
by all that we still find
unthinkable.
*
If the past
is me knowing
what everyone was thinking,
and the future
is a party
in a room I can't picture,
then the present
must be the one I'm in
now:
on the couch
unamused, surrounded
by strangers.
*
To wake up
and find myself
in the middle
of a sentence—
it's like
I've just come-to
in the freefall
of existence,
hurtling downward
toward an "is"
that won't discriminate.
What's it like
for you?
