|AS SURE AS ALL PENDULUMS REVERSE THEIR SWING
by Jasmine Dreame Wagner
We drive to work and cannot remember
if we turned off the stove. We, being human, turn off
the highway and click on HOME.
We call collect.
We find exactly what we need,
no screwdriver, no battery!
We lock the door.
We spread out over three lanes
as we, in our physical presence
provide social prohibition and evidence
of misdeed, but State isn't ready
for We today
who demand an innocent island adventure
who expect each moment to bring changing light
to this slot canyon behind the echoplex.
The system observes
motion on a screen and adapts
to the waving of trees...
as prayers progress into altars
spreads a warm bath mat
in the place of the foreseeable
with theater lighting traversing
scalar fieldsno wings
no identifiable markings/cardiology
conflated with hydromechanics/Pleasure
in the Astrodomeas summer wears
on, we practice fire, tornado, tsunami, quake/
with the ribbon-cutting of centuries
Our atlas folds
Most of us
spray or swat flies.
Some cook fish alive.
Some in a race to quill
the quilt some must escape from.
Some societies have no interest in the moon.
And Now Our Work Begins by Tim Keane