Scripts for the Future
chatter around town will be of blindness all ghosts will be Russian ghosts at parties always the law here is to sing, believe me no thought-bubble tarries above your head for all the brethren to read, they’re streaming a film on the history of the sun since eyes evolved to see underwater do you prefer photos of landscapes or photos of people, you choose the figure for god among the lavish descriptions of polar deserts, information clouds known as the neobeautiful, watching four-minute videos on how to draw blood samples with a butterfly needle you will all have gone ancestral by then say unto them that you were changed into a heliotropic plant then back to a woman then a plant again, unlucky women carry too much yellow bile what paleozoic sunlight was like acknowledge soul begins in the liver take the vexing thought to the anagram machine: net worth metamorphoses into a wet thorn, tell me what my “about” shall be there’s a cherry tree at the center of puberty, a chlorine hand wash before entering love’s written all over your face, my love what incredible footage has emerged
Originally published in Adroit Journal. Copyright © 2016 by Carolina Ebeid. Used with the permission of the author.