Yesterday, 08:30 AM
I wouldn’t lie to you
Something has gone wrong: I saw a woman
and her husband on the Youtube or whatever
get pulled over by a cop. He put the man in
cuffs. The camera flagged your license plate.
This car’s stolen, he said. Turns out of course
it wasn’t stolen, it was off
by just one letter. Had the man at gunpoint.
Their baby in the back. Now, you’re probably thinking,
is this one of those poems warning not
about the future but the present, how it’s fucked already,
how we should be scared to move outside
the rooms we sleep in, how existing is the latest crop
to be commodified?
And look, I wouldn’t lie
to you: it is.
Something has gone wrong: I saw a woman
and her husband on the Youtube or whatever
get pulled over by a cop. He put the man in
cuffs. The camera flagged your license plate.
This car’s stolen, he said. Turns out of course
it wasn’t stolen, it was off
by just one letter. Had the man at gunpoint.
Their baby in the back. Now, you’re probably thinking,
is this one of those poems warning not
about the future but the present, how it’s fucked already,
how we should be scared to move outside
the rooms we sleep in, how existing is the latest crop
to be commodified?
And look, I wouldn’t lie
to you: it is.