poem: wealth described as scarcity of time (october)

famine described as material overload. the year of
pain and pleasure 2023 described as the definitive
end of the American Empire, is
oddly comforting. raise your children in the frothing
and then let them go. now you can succinctly say,
if you do not reproduce, trans-humanism
has won, or you can reference my highschool poetry
which — savior complex – circles sex in fields and
meadows, and without knowing it, means
the same. imagine doing the monthly
budget after we have had
sex! imagine hanging a sign on the door, this is
not a crime of reputation or
scandal, we only fornicate when it is
too much to bear. my face wilts and rebirths
with little ceremony, imagine string lights
in the wine glass, you may kiss the bride! I have more
homework due, I am exhausted.
I tell my mother, I cannot talk this
week I’m so sorry.

Ok, she says.