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My dearest perceptive one,
how do you know that I am not truly here?
I can be,
or could be,
but this body is exhausting, so
I am coasting in a space
just above and behind my eyeballs
where I don’t have to deal with full body chills
and the feeling there’s a hoard of termites
chewing into my cervical vertebrae at the base of my skull.
...
It is the age of cyclopean eldritch, of dreams vast and grand
Angels and demons spawn and die, and their bodies fertilize the land
From such wondrous turmoil chaotic empires are born
Their sharp spires rise ever higher until sanity’s curtain is torn
And in the sybarite’s palace whores laugh on parquet floors
While in the narcissist’s castle hags brood behind worm eaten doors
Astral caravans with silken sails make eons long trips
And the wine dark sea embraces all of the Motherland’s ships
The jesters burn the royal library, living in a joke
Their idiot grins cleave their face as they inhale the sage smoke
In the arena the mad monarch’s games subdue the restless crowds
As the girl captures faces with her mirror and reflects them onto the clouds
The spy on their cryptic mission, dutiful agent of dread
...
April 17, 2075
Wapato Hills Park
When Edison Elementary lets out, Zephyr Tan’s second grade class bursts from the school building like water breaking through a beaver dam, and he’s at the front of the wave. First, second, and third grade are in the new building and share the new playground that extends from the first floor gym into a multi-story playspace with moving tunnels and ladders and a soccer pitch on the roof, which the second graders can look down on from the windows of their classroom.
Last year, Zephyr and his best friend Carmen had turned the tower on the third story of the playground into their own little fort, and always gone up there after school. The playground referees keep the covered playgrounds open for five hours after school ends, so kids can get exercise and have fun. There are also three other soccer fields and two baseball diamonds but mostly kids like the climbing nets and the team swings. The playgrounds get crowded.
I’m scared of aviator glasses
and the glinting glare in their silver rims,
the wide frames carrying their long, jabby arms
that loop over your ears,
