the
future emojis are the same as the new emojis are the same as your life
when
the skate park closed
no
one was there to notice
the
sound of the garbage
truck
was something
everyone
could sense
incessant
backing up
through
yards and stoops
sentimentalizing
everything
in
its rubbery way
cover
the wits and the windows
with
your dreams it said
like
they’re a certain thread count
sheet
and not simple disposables
the
doctor always told me this
to
feel like the rabbit on fire
running
through the forest
spreading
light with its fur
but
there’s a fine line between
grinding
and sex one that usually
involves
knowledge and another body
or
at least some kind of physical
conditioning
I still don’t see
the
emotional response I want
among
all of the stickers of this
scantron
world
(no
one continues
to
notice anyone
noticing
anything)
we’re
busy with these bubbles
filling
in our future and the choices
suggest
ideal occupations for each of us
if
you fill in the right pattern
you
can be anything (including
but
not limited to:
garbage,
the person
backing
a truck up, the memory
of
a skate park, a digital
representation
of e-
motion,
the laundry
stiff
and crying as it freezes
on
a rope) between here
and
tomorrow.
* * *
Tony Mancus is the author of a handful of chapbooks, most recently City Country (Seattle Review). With Meg Ronan, he co-curates the In Your Ear reading series in Washington D.C. He works as an instructional designer and lives with his wife Shannon and three yappy cats.
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