Tuesday, February 27, 2024

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