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I’ve often dreamt of utopia

A pretty little pond and perfect petunias

A rose frozen over, trapped in a glass box


An aquarium of cells

Within cells, within cells Interlinked

Amoeba, the Zeitgeist


Phosphorous and fluorescents

A subtle scent that tastes like skin

We cry, “Death to the corporation!”


I’m dreaming of better days

In perfunctory nods, closed quarters

A locker that only takes coins


I don’t remember when it started

The voices

The empty gestures of hope


We weave in and out

Between traffic cones, metro rails

Like ants scattered for molehills


We make mountains from

Land mass and synthesis

Lakefill, landfill, the head of King Philips the Fourth


On a silver platter

Clementines, goat cheese

A basket of bread baked by Jackie Webber


At the local book club

She recommends “For Our Sons & Daughters”

But she hasn’t read a single page