Sunday, March 16, 2025

poem

 Reruns

Someday you’ll be able to rewatch every single day of your life

Via nano-chips embedded in the occipital cortex of your brain 

Some people will spend the second half of their lives

Simply watching everything that happened in the first

And then an afterlife watching themselves watching it.

Younger generations will pity us

All we had were journals and memories and delusions

But they secretly envy us

We could be anything we said we were

No one could say any different

You can’t go back and check the tape 

We were the only evidence.


3/16/25

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