the finer line

Kind soul come to us
                        Save the idea of the household
This is the best we can do
And it’s not enough
                        Not even brushing up against enough

Our faculties have shorted
We’re living the past life in an unknown future

Strokes are as common as headaches were in the 50s
                        When Tylenol was invented
Why was Tylenol invented
And what was the reason for childproof caps?

These are the thoughts of
End-of-world poetry

Banging the head against a wall
Mantra – tantric – distance crystal healing

Some people wonder if there’s peace in death
-What it feels like
If maybe they’ll be able to write books or paint pictures
In another life

And if other lives are grappled to the empty space where
Earth used to be

This would mean dreams have always been
The worshipping ground
We should’ve paraded in

Too late
But not that we weren’t told
It was just a manufacturing glitch
Subjects’ reactions show marked imbalance
Against the equilibrium of their environment

We’ll call this “rebellion” or “dysfunction”
Tell the code makers
To get to work

Sands of a beach
The sunset
The briny smell
Reeds
Seagulls
Soda can
Kite

You always know you’re at the beach
Because you’re on the edge
Of an alien world

And let’s say
Driving inland feels like
Burrowing back into the apple core