Do you? Do you? Do you

think we’re fucked?


Knowing what you know

of storms the size of hemispheres.

of entire forests on fire.

of right here ruin

wrought from


dry outs

die offs

do you know who’ll be included?


What systems are so stable they will save us?

What ways are you imagining endure?


Knowing what you knew once

of money


I forget what else.

Supplies of tortured creatures



and salted

for your sandwiches.


Showing all the faces of your

arms amassing neighbors

who prefer to die in fear

before they give up any freedoms.


Glowing still the sun that’s sure to swallow you.

And you. And you. And you.

If not today, then soon!


When will you think we’re fucked?