[Poem] Plastic Wrap
Plastic Wrap Here, hap, a battlefield of shrink wrap neurons, mutating microplastics that line the edges of thought with razor wire gap Quick to adapt I have tried to peel them off bit by bit, And admire these great wonders of the 20th century through smoke and electric zaps To find out what’s underneath, and let me go from this trap Are you ready to bleed in public and die beyond the map, I ask, I ask I spy, hazy but tight in the layers: The smokestacks of Indiana, Dollar-store Nazis, Our sanctified Sisyphus, forever overcoming, oh snap Joining hands with the women who mother as a hobby doll—the power stat! Father such an attractive app There, the desperate family on a boat The not so desperate on a boat, too They prefer the self-death, petroleum-shimmer rainbow gift wrapped inside my skullcap, as free as the clap And then: all around, as far as the mind can imagine (not much), the screaming, shocking iron of the final machine, mesmerizing —and our familiar, warm in hand