warmth. how many humans
and whatnot i am used to be
secrets i could give away as
gifts. hooray for back in the
day. when our hearts were con
stantly broken like mustangs
on the great frontier. now
we’ve implanted keys, we
break the code of universal
hammer until all our former
best friends’ toenails splinter
like shot slabs of cedar. the
barren lake before us ripples
like onions, the dominos our
great grandmothers taught us
how to play are about to fall
like boxed-up supersized
smart teevees aligned at
the entrance to a post-
apocalyptic target on a
black friday or a techno
cratic mon day or even
on a sadomasochistic
tuesday—you give, i
receive; then i give.
and we take it. for
this is the age of
pandemic flip-
flops. and just
look who’s on
top now. you
could fool
me forever.
however,
whoever
you are,
do, for hot
hell's sake,
make it, and
make it quick!
holy flapjacks,
eartha, did
they ever!
