The New Life
BY SETH SIMONS
i like my brain it is made of phosphorus you will not find it
on the fourth of july my brain has many powers i do not
use them they are like jellyfish i fear their mythic proportions
and affinity for melodrama constantly munched on
by turtles dusk-eyed no sense of time was it just yesterday
i saw you no it was on the old planet things were better there
i mean worse i mean everyone was alive and unhappy digging
for scraps of paper glass bottles help i am stuck on this island
we said help there is no more island we said how embarrassing
to have been conscious of so much pain in my dreams then
i was always late for a train father yelling i could not find
the right platform there it was pulling away and i was on it
and i would have both the new life and old futures that used to be
possible grasslands coastlines improbability of finding you
here in these dawn-lit ruins horizons i recognize half of halving
again gone now imagine getting what we asked for
