art-time-collective

One day we rise from bed and it’s the future
outside a man coughs and coughs and spits
wow, we think to ourselves,
what interesting customs there are here
in this time
we scan the place for differences
and for signs of the past we left behind
we find yogurt, two days expired
we find very little else to eat, surely scavenged
by irradiated future men
but not so irradiated that they’d eat expired yogurt
we imagine the chunks, the odor, the sour
we feel lucky to be alive
our bodies sleeping for who knows how long
so vulnerable in retrospect
we vow not to let it happen again
we grow crazy eyed and half feral
in the following several minutes
stomping around, dragging knuckles
grunt grunt
this is how things are now, we have to accept it
it’s bleak but we can survive
and I don’t have to turn in that paper
and I can breathe

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