i am 124
i am in some
automated precinct cafe
deep in airstrip one
i pay an army surplus drone
thru the nose for real coffee
i stroke my effort of beard
and
gesture outside
and
say
i remember when all this
all THIS
was landfill
i
laugh
to
myself
donor card in my hand
hungry for the past
and
a
massive heart attack
from discovermagazine.com
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