by Briana Olivares, Contributor
Minute to minute screen-status updates. News flash.
Hearts sinking, invaded with fears, are in a virtual world.
Have to cut down the intangible brain chemistry switches.
Divert the flow of addictive unreal.
Grab the machete!
Soil > Scroll.
On my way to work I
wanted to embrace a woman
walking across the street
just to share that kind of warm, human moment.
On my way home in the dark
Full Moon above.
My head turned up always.
Stars and drones.
I break a silence to say “hello” to someone across the street.
Unable to untangle any kind of knowledge
of my feelings.
Nailing coffins with the ambiguity we professed to love.
Contradictions swarm in the shadow of Facism.
What about owning a slave labor phone?
Eating the profits off farm workers’ breaking backs?
Does a sign in the air move anything?
My sideyard garden is managable but
is there ever enough of me
to be meaningful?
Is planting a seed as potent as before?
This is the uncertainty
invading all levels of mind.
Not to say it won’t ever return but,
today I day dream of red clover cover cropping,
towering sunflower patch,
and magenta amaranth sprouts.