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One day there’ll be a reactor meltdown.
The seas will swelter in a vicious response
to the earths separatist wants. One day
there’ll be vibrant fires on display, as the bluffs
collapse and tufts of brown grass float down from the hills
while horizontal palms fill the road,
a sleeping commune.
One day, home as I know it will be consumed
and it doesn’t worry me at all,
because this is how even the sweetest cookies
tend to fall
apart.
