Status Updates From Up Late: Poems

« I also hoped to visit tropical resorts
to feel the texture of expensive sadness.
I wanted to avoid slaughter by growing
so large I would not fit in the machine,
but thinking everything was magic
was the same as thinking nothing was:
magnets, racecraft, three card monte.
I know nothing of your grief, granted,
nor you mine, but isn’t that why we’re here? »

I wish I’d written this myself fuck